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Letters and thoughts to my sweet husband |
| With a title like that who doesn't want to keep reading? It was my fault, and of course I laughed after the initial squeal. You needed to give a sample but had to go more than a sample and I didn't make the transition of containers quickly enough. I guess guy peeing isn't the same as girl peeing. Plus you have that little blast thing at the end that throws me every time. This will be wonderful for our grandkids to read someday. Visitors: Mom Kaye Adam The school gave us this humongous basket of snacks. I couldn't even lift it. I hope there are Tracy's Bourbon balls hidden in it somewhere. You were able to go from the bed to the wheel chair by yourself today. And all the therapists are so impressed with you. Love you sleepyhead, Me |