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Saturday, October 13, 2007
What goes . . .
Posted by Emilie at 9:39 AM
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There's something at our house that makes the same noise ... except ours sounds a little more like, "thunk... giggle... thunk... giggle... thunk... ... ... ... ... ... ... crinkle... crinkle... oooohhhhhhh... thunk..."
He's a little young for Lori Wick, no? OTOH, maybe not. Every time I read one, I vow it'll be the last one. Ever. It's just that bad. :o) I wonder if she consults for TB? I'm almost sure Soloosa was a villainess in one of her novels.
Still waiting on Nappanee pics...I hear it's really a warzone. Someone was looting the PantryPlus (or whatever it is now). Sheesh. Love those hometown values. ;o)
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