In an effort to save those I care about from biblical-length emails, and not turn into the crazy lady who talks to her cats, I've put my inner rants and ponderings into a blog in a narcissistic need to fill the cosmic void.
Friday, December 5, 2008
For Uncle Kevin
SIL, there was a reason we couldn't remember anything past the 7 packs of smokes.
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This rocks! Matt was in line at a store the other day and I caught him going "coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo coo." Yeah. I'm proud.
1 comment:
This rocks! Matt was in line at a store the other day and I caught him going "coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo coo." Yeah. I'm proud.
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