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Monday, November 18, 2013



I feel for you and those waffles. Once you have that craving, it is o.v.e.r. And how DARE Cracker Barrel NOT have them? The nerve.

I love that inquisitive stage that Thomas is in... I am sure you being all pregnant and all gets him thinking.

I am glad that your lovely pup's smell is dissipating. I am a firm believer that dogs require to be snuggled in at night right next to ME. Franklin, however is a TRADER and sleeps with Sarah most of the time. Dumb dog.

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