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When your kid isn't a kid anymore...
Junior is graduating from high school. When I started this blog in 2008, Junior was still sleeping in a man-made cocoon called the Amby b...
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Junior’s going to be two this weekend. Two! I’ve made it far , man. (For those of you with teenagers, humor me, ok?) Junior's vocabulary... -
Every year, the company I work for puts together a Thanksgiving gift basket for an employee they deem deserving. Notice I said deserving and... -
I can’t remember if I blogged about my labor and delivery with Junior. Oh right, I did. I shared how, after 6,000 hours of Pitocin, 547 epid...
11 comments:
Me too! :)
I love them. My husband goes back to work. hahaha.
sounds like somebody has a case of the mondays. :(
don't hit me.
You don't hate Mondays. You hate your job. There's a big difference.
And that marks my dissimination of wisdom for the week.
http://marybt.wordpress.com
Are you thinking, oh poop?
I think it's unnatural for us to have to work five days a week. Where do I sign up for something different?
Testify, sister. Testify.
word.
Yeah, Mondays should be aolished. Can't think why we keep them around.
You said it.
Specially Mondays after not being able to sleep well on Saturday or Sunday... blagh... no gym for me today.
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