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More weird no-name food. Who thought of this name for the not-oreos? Lickety Splits? No. That's a strip club name. A skanky one. They should be Noreos.

Photo Two Hundred Sixty Eight

Yep, this is the only photo I took...

Photo Two Hundred Sixty Two

Booooo.

Photo Two Hundred Fifty Seven

Yep. Plants vs Zombies.
I didn't get smarter today.

Photo Two Hundred Forty Two

Whee. Breakin' stuff at Walmart.

Photo One Hundred Seventy Eight

Impromptu Karaoke. The host had the world's fluffiest roadie hair. Impressive! He even had a fan to blow it back while he talked.

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Aye. My house has been in a car accident, I think. It's normally not this level of atrocious (certainly never June Cleavery, though). We're deciding what to pack for our holiday. Lots of people need clothes.

Photo One Hundred Fifty Four

FAIL! I didn't take a photo yesterday.. Not ONE, except a picture of a map to my house for my daughter's invitations- which I'm not going to be posting on the internetz. So here is a photo from 30 seconds ago, when I remembered that I have let all 3 of the people who actually look at this blog down. I call it, Spectacular Morning Hair.

My hair is waving at you. You're welcome.

PS. I'm taking another photo later or else I'll get all behind and stressed out.

Photo One Hundred Fifty Two

Youch! The UV index was higher yesterday than I thought. Dummy here took the kids to the water slides and only put sunblock on them. It was overcast, though and only 24 degrees!
I should know better.
:(

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When is the last time you saw such a bad photo? Fingers accidentally in the way, fuzzy and everything! Woo! True vintage.

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Today, I took photos- only to learn that I hadn't returned the camera's memory card from my card reader into the camera last night. Duh... so this is the only other one I took with N's phone.

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The shockingly nerdy, homemade, duct-tape-arm on my glasses. As usual, my stunning beauty makes it barely noticeable as shown in this self portrait... but I can get to the grocery store legally, ideally without running over anyone until Monday which is payday... which is in turn, new contact lenses day.

:|

Photo Fifty Two

Hurray for books. I've had my face in a book every spare second for the past couple of months.
(And nothing else to take a picture of today...) Not time to break out the silly hats just yet.