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October 02, 2006



love it. he, like my Hubbs, labors under the delusion that shoes walk themselves into the closet & the elves come in at night to do the laundry.

boys. go fig.


Wow, sounds exactly like the conversation that takes place in my house whenever I'm sick. Boys: You gotta love 'em...right?


What??? You mean he hasn't connected the dots where your illness proves JUST HOW MUCH YOU DO??

Sorry...not shouting.


LMAO!!!!!!!! I love it!!! I can just picture him sitting in the chair and saying that! i'mlaughing my arse off just thinking about it!lol

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