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Gigantical floor puzzle from auntie & uncle!

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Remembrance Day at the cenotaph. Overwhelming and humbling.

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Neil Begins his Movember Moustache journey... I helped.

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I painted faces at an Eid celebration today, but forgot my photo card in the reader at home! GAH! So my little family will fill in.

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Weird picture of my kitchen. How I wish it were bigger (my kitchen).
Le sigh.

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Webkinz. E V E R Y W H E R E. The bane of my existence. My 10 yr old has a small obsession with them.

Mobile pic, my camera battery is dead and I am too exhausted to do anything about it.

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Paint. Crushed Berries. This week/end is all about painting, in case you haven't noticed.

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This is my very most favourite guitar. It belonged to my Dad and has been kinda sorta bouncing between my brother and I since about 2005. It is currently bounced over to my house, which is conveniently located across the country. :D
Heh heh heh

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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.

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What's shakin'? Just the entire house. The was a 5.0 Earthquake today!
The aftermath: My pictures are all crookedy now.
*slide whistle*

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I made Benny a caterpillar cake. :)

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Cleaning the rug. Wheeeeeeee!

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Snooping in N's office some more. This is the paper guy who's eyes follow you EVERYWHERE. It's like a little optical illusion. It looks like you're looking at the outside of it here but you're NOT *dun dun duuuuun* You're looking at the inside.

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This is our wee little 6 inch long African Goliathus Beetle, Mister Lonely. Mister Lonely is dead, but he still whispers to me at night that he wants a live chicken and if I don't deliver it, he will chew my arms off.

Neil brought him all the way home from South Africa for us. Mister Lonely is incredibly disgusting, but too fascinating to get rid of. He was alive once. Eeech.

But look at his face.. and the little feelers/arms that are growing out of it. Awww! he thinks he's people!

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My pretty little Ovation, hanging on the wall. I love this guitar... I need to change the strings preeeeeetty desperately, though.

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There is a monster in my basement.

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It's a good day when our family's books are obscuring the view of our television.

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Fluffy Sparkles relaxing in her kitty blanket nest after an exhausting night full of kittying.

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Yay, Daddy's home!

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Boooooooo.