I feel like I owe a lot of people a lot of phone calls lately.
Sorry folks. My phone. It's been really weird lately. I promise to catch up soon.
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A boy in grade one called me Pieface. At first it hurt my feelings, but I decided to wear my Pieface proudly. Because who wouldn't like their face constantly filled with pie? So this is the record of my life for anyone wanting to sample. I'm a wife and mom, and my job is to find the humor in the trivial, light in the dark, satisfaction in the mundane, and poop in the potty. Yes, that's right. I said it. Poop.
Were they having a conversation with each other? What little cuties.
ReplyDeleteHey Melanie!! I'm a huge fan of your blog, and thanks for stopping by here. Does this mean I won the wicked, awesome give away!? Just kidding. Positive thinking and all of that.
ReplyDeleteIronically, you are one of my faves! I think that makes us fave's squared (?). Or not. I was never very good at math.
cheers!
pieface
ha ha. those are awesome photos. to be used for bribery in the future i hope.
ReplyDeletePetit Elefant!! Also another favorite blog!! Seriously - I was just stalking you trying to find a book list you posted not long ago! Thanks for stopping by! And YES absolutely these pictures will be available for important times, ei. first dates, wedding videos, etc. It'll be great.
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