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You're Back!

Oh how I've missed you, friend!  I thought you were gone forever.  I didn't understand.  We were so close...everywhere I went you went too.  Every emotion I felt you echoed.  You never failed me...in fact when I had no voice you spoke for me.  After all we've shared...then you were gone.  No notice.  No explanation.  You can't imagine my delight when you appeared in my living room!  Even my husband could see my beaming grin.  Although, I do have to admit my children were less than thrilled to see you again.  That's OK.  I'm ecstatic to have you back!

Now, I finally understand why you disappeared for so many years.  Once you entered our home again my children confessed to their evil deeds and to think all this time you were buried in the back yard!  The thought sends shivers down my spine.  What kind of person would do such a thing?  My children look so angelic...to think they have such a sinister streak is disturbing.  Now I have you back...rest assured I will never let you be buried again.

I couldn't be more happy!  The truth has finally been revealed - under the tromping feet of our pig in a very deep hole lies my beloved whistle.  Apparently my children swiped it one day when I was in the shower.  Knowing that would be their only opportunity to grab it.  And so my sad tale began.  However, their IS justice and I believe this one may even be a bit louder than the deceased.  Some of you may be thinking that blowing a whistle is cruel but I swear it's not.  Others of you will relate.  With five seven kids, I never call out for the right person.  By the time I actually have spoken the correct name, I've gone through the line frustrating my kids and myself, forgetting what I called them for in the first place.  So the idea of a whistle was born.  Along the way I found  that it came in handy for many things.  Although the kids joke about torturing the poor thing it helps all of us stay on schedule and keeps things running smooth around this crazy farm.  Just another tip from a mother of five  seven...  

Hope you all have a wonderful day!  Let me know if a whistle becomes your best friend too. Haha =) 

Until then... 
Jessie
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