While returning some things to Party City yesterday, I was entreated by the manager to take as many of the red mylar balloons as I could, for FREE! I am too Irish and too much my mother's daughter to refuse. I left the store laughing at my good fortune (Bram is going to love this!) and glanced back to see the clerks lined up at the window watching me while I poked 21 fat red hearts into the backseat of my little car. The biggest thrill was seeing the smile on Bram's face when I picked him up for school and said to him, "I hope there's room for you." I'm afraid he gets that silly idea from me that balloons are happy things.
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