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Of course you can use it in a sentence. I have already used it three times while looking at the collection of Post-it notes I call my "calendar" and talking to myself: Seriously? Like I need this ridicustress?
Suburban Kamikaze |
March 19, 2014 at 08:38 AM
Whatever you do, don't forget to feed the Phone Fairies! ( They can get particularly nasty when they're hungry)
Cactus Petunia |
February 14, 2014 at 11:33 AM
From the collection "I DIDN'T SAY IT WAS YOUR FAULT, I SAID I WAS BLAMING YOU".
Bob Cleveland |
February 06, 2014 at 10:33 PM
Love it! It's a perfect word for many things I stress out over. Thanks Laurie!
February 06, 2014 at 07:38 AM
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