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March 27, 2009


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See George peeking over that tasty bowl of oats....

Suzanne Broughton

hey, what's wrong with hidden dinosaur eggs? I know. I know. Yours is better...


Not a darn thing Suz. I know this is all going to bite me in the ass someday. I am sure my kids will be mainlining marshmellows (not homemade) and mountian dew when they live on their own.

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