Miracle on 34th Street

I've been waiting 34 years to say that (actually, I just thought of
it, but it's perfect) Clap! I'm not only a miracle, but also the ripe
old wrinkly age of 34. If you want to read more about my miracle,
refer to Mat's endearing post last year.  He has a way of grabbing you
from the beginning and sucking you in.  Better than the Twilight
series. You will not want to leave your computer screen, so grab a
snack and a tissue (the whole box).

What should I do today? Clean up after my kids latest inventions?
Floss my pending root canal? Laundry is calling my name, BUT so is
going out for lunch AND dinner.  I think I should go buy a new pair of
FLAT brown boots. I wore my heeled boots last week and they almost
twisted my ankle completely off. I'm done with pumps.  I hope I can
find a flat, yet dressy boots that I can clop around in. I also need a
bread knife so I can cut my bread better.  Mat says no bread knife
will help me to cut bread better. Whatev!  I just shot him a glare
instead.

What I really want is to have all my friends and family here.  I
really miss my people from out East. From West Virginia, to North
Carolina, to Pennsylvania and of course the Utahans.  I don't know how
Mat is going to pull off that party, but I'm sure he'll pull it off.
He can do anything.  Mat, (if you're reading) I'm thinking summer
might be a better time to travel.  The weather will be better and we
can go to a water park. I can feel the squeals within me.  They want
to jump out.  It also won't be my birthday, so it makes it a less
awkward of a day.  You know how birthdays can make you go weird. I
know what I'm going to do today Ferb! I think I will plan my party for
next summer today.  Mat you won't have to do a thing, except surprise
me.