my precious daughter.
needless to say, as soon as she turns 12, it's straight to plastic surgeon...
my grandma
Three seconds after this smirk, she had disemboweld a cheetah. not pretty (sort of like my daughter).
gramps. people say i get my smile from him. i say thats just the kind of flattery i don't need in my life.
my loving husband, may god bless his soul forevermore, for it was this very washer that took his life that crazy summer day back in the mid to late 90's (gee, when was that?)
and of course, me. i kept saying i was having a fat day but looking at me, i look quite svelte.
and then a bonus!
the bottle from that time i traveled back to 1955... and then went to japan. POST INSPIRED BY: deb... actual topic i was supposed to be writing on was: flickr.
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