Materfamilias: The Bane of My Existence

Monday, July 25, 2011

The Bane of My Existence

My brother graciously agreed to take care of our pets while we were in Tennessee for two weeks. When I say graciously, I mean he agreed to do it because we paid him.
Upon returning home there was a note from him stating that he had licked all of my spoons and replaced them in the drawer.
He's swell.

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Hannah GraceJuly 25, 2011 at 5:44 PM
Okay, brothers are officially gross. ;-) Sounds like something my brothers would totally do!!!
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AnonymousSeptember 15, 2011 at 5:36 PM
Miss Deanna, you must post! I miss what you have to say!! =D
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AnonymousOctober 25, 2011 at 6:30 AM
Ja, post, bitte.
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AnonymousOctober 27, 2011 at 5:04 PM
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AnonymousOctober 27, 2011 at 5:04 PM
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AnonymousNovember 2, 2011 at 3:21 PM
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AnonymousNovember 2, 2011 at 3:21 PM
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AnonymousNovember 2, 2011 at 3:21 PM
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TaylorNovember 8, 2011 at 4:18 PM
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AnonymousNovember 8, 2011 at 4:19 PM
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AnonymousNovember 8, 2011 at 4:19 PM
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AnonymousNovember 18, 2011 at 7:36 PM
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AnonymousNovember 18, 2011 at 7:37 PM
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AnonymousNovember 18, 2011 at 7:37 PM
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AnonymousNovember 18, 2011 at 7:38 PM
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AnonymousNovember 25, 2011 at 3:30 PM
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TaylorNovember 25, 2011 at 3:50 PM
Poooosssssttttt.
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AnonymousNovember 28, 2011 at 6:11 PM
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AnonymousNovember 28, 2011 at 6:13 PM
Momsie,
You are upsetting your readers. You have not posted in over 4 months. Your readers will abandon you and you will be left in a pit of darkness, shame, and.. abandonment. Your blogging career shall be ruined.
So, post?

-Em
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AnonymousNovember 30, 2011 at 9:54 AM
Hahahaha..... =D
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