They are enjoying that

The other week, my child came to my apartment to have myself and others help him with his QuickBooks.  He was trying to figure out how to use them to do his taxes. It wasn’t meant to be for his lesson. I wasn’t feeling absolutely sick, plus my eyes were so bleary that I couldn’t see.  His partner sat next to me, plus I talked her through the taxes. I asked my child to get my sweater for me, plus he just looked at me. He went over plus checked the control equipment plus told myself and others that it was at seventy, plus he couldn’t figure out how I could be so cold, even though he got my sweater.  I was finally getting warm. My granddaughter plus grandson stood in the family room enjoying me, plus they said it was too warm in the house. They were putting on their coats when their mom asked where they were going. My child had them by the scruff of the neck as they both said they were going to the trampoline; Both of us had about several inches of snow plus it was crusted with an inch of ice.  My child pulled them back plus told them to suffer the heating, because Nena was sick. They threw such a hissy feet. While he was there, he checked the HVAC ducts plus the air duct, even thought I told him that dad had already cleaned them. Then he checked my temperature plus told myself and others to go to bed. I was allowed to hug the teenagers plus he kissed my forehead, as they headed home.

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