Saturday, March 28, 2009
Not What You Think
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Occasional musings from a mobile blogger wandering through the South
Greetings, travelers! If you've stumbled here from my Blogger profile I'll interrupt your perusing to say you might like my other blog, "On the Front Porch", better than this one. Originally this was intended for distant family and friends to keep them up to date on the daily minutia of our lives. I can't imagine why anyone else would care. So, if you get bored, or if my children frighten you as they sometimes do me, stop by my other fine blogs:
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- Wuv and Other Things Abstract
- I'm So Disorganized
- Making Conversational Progress
- Soap Stars
- SQUEEEEZE!
- Not What You Think
- The Things You Do
- Sushi Again
- Tristan Tries the Helmet
- Thanks Aunt Tati
- Glad to Be Back!
- Thanks Shannon
- Guitar Hero
- Last Day of Speech Therapy
- Still No Pictures
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- We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled Program
- How Smart My Kid Is
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About Me
- Wendy
- Writer. Noun in charge of verbing, eclectic funmeister, grounded nomad, imaginary friend. Author of The League for the Suppression of Celery.
1 comment:
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My oldest daughter loved to hug our feet if we had socks on. She was probably between 1 and 2...somewhere in there anyway. She would do just like that but she'd wrap her whole body around our legs and our feet on her face. Weird I know. Even weirder? Now (she's 19) she has a MAJOR problem with feet. She doesn't want to see them; she doesn't want to hear about them and God forbid one should touch her! She FREAKS!!!
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