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Dear Diary,

There is so much news. Sister B had a baby. ANOTHER one. She swears this is the last one, but she said that, like, 2 babies ago. She came out with dark hair, this baby did, so mailman rumors are swirling (since their family photos look more like propaganda posters for the Hitler Youth Movement).

My mom got laid off from her job with a prominent non-profit. Nobody lays off Mrs. Windover. Even though I never gave them money before, I'm definitely not giving them any money now. They'll be sorry when they realize that Mrs. Windover is the only one who can make small talk and flirt with the millionaires who keep that organization running. It's not easy, flirting with millionaires. But if anyone can do it, it's my mom.

This weekend is:

- the Buddy Walk (for nephew B)
- karaoke party for Friend H (She's 30! nyah nyah! Oh, wait...)
- what else?

Today after work they're throwing a ragin' kegger in the basement of the building. Not sure how to handle it. I think it's too early for them to find out how much I can put away, don't you?

Love, Fluffy