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Herein I write about the inane details of my life, including the arrival of the fabulous and spunkiest toddler EVER, Miss Thang; the evil workings of my two darling hell-minions, my cats; the fabulous love of a dreamy man whom I married, The Funasaurus; my overall dislike of anything exercise-y; and my grand aspirations to one day be the reigning monarch of Norway... and also to hold the record for gallons of cabernet consumed in one happy hour. Oh. And a love of run-on sentences. Bienvenue!
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October
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- Fresh Out of Vigor
- Coming into My Rightful Title
- Princess Chips a Nail in the Midwest
- Politiks
- Proof
- Glass Half Full (Of Wine.)
- His Nickname was Captain Oblivious. And It Served ...
- I Stay Awake Contemplating Denim
- Horton Hears a Hypodermic
- All Roads Lead Me Back to Norway
- Dirty Old Bird
- Regret Means You Remember Which Means You Didn't D...
- Wasting Time Is Fun!
- Why It's Bad to Be Bored
- Torturing the Innocent (?)
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October
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- Awake at All Hours
- Book Slut
- Cute Overload
- Dooce
- Elizabeth Anne Designs
- Girl's Gone Child
- Huffington Post
- Laser Blade W/ Machine Gun Attachment
- Meet the Dubiens
- Meno's Blog
- Merry Mishap
- Mimi Smartypants
- Motherlode
- My Grand Adventure Part II
- Postsecret
- Project Subrosa
- Ramblings of a Redheaded Step-Child
- Rhyme, Reason, or None of the Above
- Runs with Scissors
- Silly Kitchen Witch
- Slices of Life
- The Rejectionist
- Thirty Something Fashion
- Tomorrow is Another Day
- Whoopee
3 comments:
LOL!!!!True!
And I never get tired of pictures of your cats, they've got that something...I don't know, it's all in their eyes...and their crazy posing.
Add another eye, and a red cape, and yes, that is Tatum.
separated at birth?
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