please stand up, please stand up, please stand up. Thanks to Scott, I had more wild predators beating me on Saturday. Thanks buddy, old pal! He went into the closed bedroom (for the sake of hearing yourself think, mind you) and lead them on charge after charge of unmittigated play; bouncing, chasing, yelling kid stuff. As Lori called it ... the kid's room, Scott was not exempted from this title.
Monday, March 20, 2006
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