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my baby is home from her trip to chicago with her papa. she arrived in a cheerleader's uniform. her grandmother bought her a curling iron. WHAT??? she is five years old. and her hair is already curly. i'm at a loss for words here. the curler is going out with the garbage. my deprogramming regimen involves farmer's markets, salads from the garden, bob dylan (for her brain development), a trip to the beach. it's good to see her, though. she's all boob-squeezy, having missed the twins for a week and a half, i guess. this morning, feeling my sideburns: "mama, i hate to say this, but you're growing a beard."
this morning we made french toast sandwiches with blueberries and slivered almonds. sheer breakfast elegance.
i finally got buffy comics 4&5, but have not read them yet. oh, goody.
this morning we made french toast sandwiches with blueberries and slivered almonds. sheer breakfast elegance.
i finally got buffy comics 4&5, but have not read them yet. oh, goody.