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I t heart you so much.
Gunn ,'Not Fade Away'
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What?
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I t heart you so much.
And they weren't on your toilet seat.
Pssst. I love pea pods. And clearly, you must move West.
In our defense, neither were white, nor square, nor did we think they to resemble a tooth, while not toothy.
Suddenly things are making a lot more sense though.
And they weren't on your toilet seat.
Well, yeah. That's just so gross and BOY-ish. We were at one with nature.
Suddenly things are making a lot more sense though.Also in our defense, I don't believe we were six. I think we were more like four.
I think we were more like four.
That makes perfect sense. That's about the time I stuck a pussy-willow up my nose and had to have surgery to get it out.
Ah, kids. Makes me want to have about 20.
Still recovering from the sleepover?
I *thought* I stuck a bean (from the "Don't Spill the Beans" game up my nose). But I hadn't. This was confirmed by medical professionals.
Still recovering from the sleepover?
Yup! Love those kids. Really, I do. But, I'm glad I can send them home.
The baby conversations here and in Natter are giving me strong missing my nephews pangs. Not that those ever quite disappear. Why are plane tickets to Dallas so expensive?
I killed the thread. Sorry! That wasn't my intention. I've been reading my child psychology book all day and thinking about babies and such. Just thinking in type. Please ignore.