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October 11, 2010


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Mantel Man

The road apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?


Theres gotta be a turd in the wood pile SOMEWHERE there.

Im thinking we need to buy Papa Turd a karaoke machine for his birthday. Grass skirt, too.  : )

Chesapeake Bay Woman

It is precisely because of this lineage that I identify with and so greatly admire the Foolery Clan.

But actually, I thought Daddy's side was all diamonds and grass skirts, what with all the hula dancing and singing Neil Diamond songs and such...


Even when theyre bickering over turds?  : )  (Me too)

Mental P Mama

Lord how I love those girls....


I try NOT to think of that particular . . . um, yeah. We have enough of that around our house as it is!

boB Cleveland

Where they come from depends on who's the biggest



you know

(thinking of a particular bodily orifice here).


Your Little Imp will always provide you with a running commentary, Audrey. Just keep your cell handy to record or text it -- no siblings required!

Audrey  at Barking Mad

With Gaby being, for all intents and purposes (as my older kids are out of the house) an only child at this point, I'm kinda sad as I think about all the fun conversations I'm going to miss, on long unforgiving road trips.

Or maybe not. ;-)

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