I'm getting better at Body Combat. I have now advanced from dead fish to constipated penguin to 92-year-old woman barely hanging onto life to 65-year-old woman with a hip injury in the looks department
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In which the girls accept that they are different people.
It's been a long, long road, and hard at that.
THANK GOD THEY'VE COME TO THEIR SENSES.
Trying to explain that they don't need the same shoes, that they don't have to poop at the same time, that they can eat different things, or want to play different games has been a battle for many, many
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Yesterday, the girls didn't have a nap. I put them down, like always, but they kept getting up and I had to make a phone call for work, so I assumed they'd eventually fall asleep and went outside to do my thing
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I should have known as soon as the UPS guy asked me to help him move the packages into the house. I should have told him to turn around and bring them back when the two of us had trouble lifting the box and sliding it into the room.
I should have packaged it back up and made a phone call the second I opened it. I should have run in fear when I
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The party at which I met Riley was the only party where I've ever seen cocaine splayed out on a table as if in a movie. In the hotel bedroom nearby there were two hot tubs, one filled with naked people, the other with ice and booze. Elbows and knees stuck out at odd angles from the king bed as a mass orgy continued into the night
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