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- shelterrific
- divine domesticity
- imperfect
- hostess with the mostest
- six exits (love it!)
- beautiful jewelry, beautifuller soul.
- james has a hot wife. and a good blog
- sarah has about one million blogs. start here
- jason rarely posts, but i love it when he does
- sponi-P
- jessicawoods
- i don't think he knows i read his blog
- cafemom
- tabitha
- myspaaaaaace
- babycenter
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10 comments:
whah happen?
here is a poem about my job:
bring me.
one more fax.
and i will.
make you.
eat it.
ask me.
one more thing.
and i will.
hit you.
real freakin' hard.
It's wednesday, and i'm a grumpy girl.
would watching bb3 with me on saturday make the pain go away?
if you throw in that asparagas stuff you make you've got a deal!
(okay, you've got a deal either way...this is my shameless way of requesting it... or chocolate...or ANYTHING really...)
word.
Granny needs more of a menacing grimace. Looks almost like a smile there.
It looks like she's hitch-hicking. I can't really tell... or maybe she's yelling at someone to get off her property. Either way, she's working out those duck wings under her arms.
Ghost Dog: She doesn't need a grimace. see, cause the Man is to be damned...but the old bag knows who comes out on top...
I can see her shaking her arms with the wobbling underarm skin.
Sweet.
eeewwww wobbly underarm skin . . . i'm going home and working out my triceps right now!!
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