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July 23, 2008


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ms chica

Sounds as though you are on the pregnancy. Remember, never again will puking be so sweet.

I'm staring at five gallons of paint, and I so wish I were staring at contractors too..


I'm raising my right hand, but that makes typing this comment too hard.


Didn't go to BlogHer, was hiding under bed and pretending clumps of dog fur were umbrella drinks.

I feels you, except for, you know, the narcolepsy (please send some over) and morning sickness (okay, maybe not so much).

P.S. Bless you for your super lovely words over at BEAW. I sure need them right now. xo

Melissa from Pittsburgh

Ooh! Ooh-ooh! says Melissa HORSHAK --- I didn't go to Blogher.

you may not get that reference ... it IS from the 70's!

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