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Saturday, August 11, 2012
My day was only a 5 at best
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This is day 7 since the kids have left. I miss them so much. Can't wait for Christmas. Maybe we can talk the daughter into coming home for Halloween. Probably not as she will be studying extra hard since this is her last year. I'm rooting for her. Hear that kiddo, that's your mom....
"A complex Freudian hallucination having something to do with your mother"
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- A gallon of milk costs?
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- Always looking up to my mom
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