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Saturday, December 18, 2010

If I have to wear a bib...

There had better be food forthcoming.

The Mom is turning that awful noisy vacuum thing on.  It's very annoying.  She's stirring up dust, too, and muttering something about a pig sty.  I hope that means we're going to have porkchops.

After all, I've already got a bib.

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