Blah blah blah pasta 12.99 blah blah blah purple ice cream 3.25 blah blah blah having fun tormenting an obviously childless waiter and worrying about cleaning up later...priceless.
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- What do you think out of country tuition would run...
- Don't laugh. This fish was worth 20 bucks.
- Do I really need to type it all out?
- The house seems empty without 100 pounds of labrador.
- We tried. Honestly. But we could NOT get them all ...
- And I totally forgot the "Took the kids to the Amu...
- Not exactly playing by "ear".
- Same old excuse.
- Perhaps the reason why I found the Farmer's Market...
- I can't shop, and it's all Wendy's fault.
- I think I've neglected to mention that I own meat.
- Look, I can't cook AND take pictures.
- Here we are, still looking nothing alike.
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- Libby
- Caffeine addict. Slightly distracted mom. Grocery Store afficianado. Unfortunate expert in Developmental Dysplasia of the Hip.
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