Oh, sweet baby, come on over. We'll sit on the lawn swings, you can tell all and I'll say, "There, there," a lot. Seriously. You can. I will. It will be better. You are loved.
I had that day yesterday, too. I would say you should have come over, but then you would have hearing loss, too. You should have gone over to Lynne's. That's safer. If it makes you feel any better, there will be a tiny for you to hold this spring. What do you think about that?
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Oh, sweet baby, come on over. We'll sit on the lawn swings, you can tell all and I'll say, "There, there," a lot. Seriously. You can. I will. It will be better. You are loved.
Those kind of days give me gas.
Heehee my word verif was "furitini" Is that a martini for rodents?
I had that day yesterday, too. I would say you should have come over, but then you would have hearing loss, too. You should have gone over to Lynne's. That's safer. If it makes you feel any better, there will be a tiny for you to hold this spring. What do you think about that?
How did you get a picture of me on you blog? Yeah, I know those kind of days... wish I didn't, but I do.
Are you better? Crying all gone? Headaches flee?
I think you've got the good idea. We must plan a lawn swings night with all the crazies.
Or how about "headaches flea?"
Har har.
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