Sunday, August 2, 2009
In the morning, everyone is fresh and eager to play...
but after hours of being hugged, kissed, fed, dropped, and set in the spilled liquid of the day, we're tired.
Maybe hiding under the bed all day isn't such a bad idea.
Crime scenes have not been altered. Well, except when they had to go back to the toybox.
Hi, I'm Tonya...
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