Today Jessie and I decided to try something new. We're finally giving in to those persistent telemarketers (to whom just about everyone we know seems to refer us) and going to listen to one of the spiels about timeshares in hopes that we'll get a free vacation out of it. We figure that we're not likely to take a vacation in the next year unless someone gives it to us for free, so why not try and mooch one off of annoying salespeople? We've actually had friends (hi Liz and Joe) who have done it and told us it's worth it, so we're a little more confident than we would be otherwise. Also, as said friends pointed out, it's really easy to say no to a $30,000 timeshare when you don't have $30,000.
Madeline's going to be super-excited about this venture, because it means she gets to play with Grandma Lundstrom. (It's so weird to call my mom that. To me, that name refers to Leona Lundstrom of Logan, Utah.) She's recently decided that she likes to throw fits when she's left with other people. Madeline, not my mother. She's supposedly too young to have developed a fear of strangers, but I'm skeptical. The more she recognizes Jessie and I, the more she seems to know that other people aren't her parents. She's a pretty smart little girl. Too smart, sometimes. I'm fearful of what tricks she'll pull on us as a teenager. She'll probably be sneaking out of the house and running off to join the circus and we'll never even know.
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