Day
Same stuff different day.
I need to weed eat.
I need to clean the lawn mower.
There just isn't that much going on. My parents are giving Elle their
old computer. She will finally be able to play her games.
The sun is shining.
Elle is playing quietly in the living room while watching TV. She had a
crisis five minutes ago that involved a lost dolly.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
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losing dollies is traumatic stuff, man!
Thanks for dropping by my blog (that one with an entry on genetically-afflicted weird face-making fake New York pizza-eating Filipinos). Yes, we're most definitely related because just this morning our little boy was totally despondent about accidentally ripping the cover off his story book. Less traumatic than losing a dolly, but it was definitely an issue, sigh. These kids are separated by the whole Pacific Ocean but they ARE related, LOL.
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