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Money can't buy you good taste but apparently it can get you a zoning variance. Yikes. And ick.
Posted by: Claudia from Idiot's Kitchen | December 02, 2011 at 10:41 AM
Speaking as a mom... you are just a concerned mother. Speaking as a former teenage girl... you're a crazy person. ; )
Posted by: Jenrantsraves | December 05, 2011 at 01:24 PM
I call my daughter my "Velcro Child". It started the day she was born and has continued for 23 years.
Posted by: Little Miss Sunshine State | December 07, 2011 at 12:22 PM
I prefer to use the word Fortunate.
Posted by: Smalltown Me | December 08, 2011 at 11:30 AM
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Ooooh! Is this gonna be a weekly thing? I hope so. I will ramp up my smart ass game if it is :)
gary rith |
December 09, 2011 at 07:58 AM
Well, there's your comment for next week! Just wait until Gary starts supplying haikus.
December 09, 2011 at 09:41 AM
Smalltown Me |
December 09, 2011 at 10:00 AM
I just came home from a walk with the Velcro Child.
Little Miss Sunshine State |
December 09, 2011 at 11:37 AM
So what you're saying is that you have clever commenters?
December 09, 2011 at 12:41 PM
Velcro child! That's what I have!!
December 09, 2011 at 10:14 PM
Great theme for a post! Ok, gonna get my comment game on.
shrink on the couch |
December 10, 2011 at 12:54 AM
I remember reading Jen's comment and thinking, "I wish I'd thought of that!"
Karen (formerly kcinnova) |
December 10, 2011 at 01:32 AM
thanks for sharing!
December 13, 2011 at 06:33 AM
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