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Fruitcakes Fruitcakes Sunday, July 10, 2011 My Life is Just Different Variations of Poop Lest you think my life has gotten easier, I give you these photos. And this is only part of it. There were two more walls in the hall that had hand swipes and a couple more toys in his bedroom. His face, belly, legs, and bum were all covered in it as well. The culprit is still in his room. Possibly until forever. Posted by erin j bailey at 6:46 PM 5 comments: Labels: poop Friday, July 1, 2011 A Letter to a Number Dear 30, Let's be honest with each other shall we? I come closer to meeting you with each passing day...really, there is less than a year and half left... and I find myself alternately excited and terrified for that day when we have to reconcile with one another. Perhaps we will embrace as sisters. Perhaps I will slap you upside the head and deny your existence. Perhaps a little of both. I'm not sure I will be able to full know how I feel about you until I a...

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