This was my daughter a year ago. I want that year back. She is running, telling me no, and trying to drop her morning nap. We are all well and alive, and I promise I have many entertaining and/or profound posts planned. But not until I find the year I lost, and figure out where my daughter hid the toilet paper and my glasses. And the mustard. I can't find that either.
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Awe! So sweet. I think I feel the itch coming on..... Anyway, it was good to see you guys last night. Tell Tim we missed him deeply. ; )
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