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The week in review

Yeah I know it is only Thursday, but so much is going on I figured I'd get a head start. I type this in sunny St. Louis as I am here for sales training (I don't think it will stick either).

As an undefeated Lacrosse coach, I can tell you games require unGodly amounts of luck. I have no other explanation of how my girls managed to win. I've gotten zero hate mail from angry parents and far too much undeserved praise. Reagan did great, even though she was sick.

Ian caught the same bug and spent much of yesterday throwing up on Melissa, who had to take the day off since I am out gallivanting around the nation. Doesn't she rock?

So, tomorrow I head back to NYC where hopefully Mel will pick me up then off to buy a boat, celebrate some birthdays and back to CT on Sunday. Does life get much better?

If you have any way to help me evade any and all future sales training, I am all ears.

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