I am buried at work. As in balls to the wall with a fund raiser (new event in this economy? Oy!) and the auditor in the office to boot.
I'm trying to read up on what's been going on with my bleeps and get some vacation pictures off my camera. Really I am. But first I have to deal with sweet potato poop in my oven. Sheesh.
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a.k.a. Fiona
Some people see the glass as half empty, some see the glass as half full...I just want to know who the HELL drank my wine!
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- Fannie
- I am Fannie: a 40ish mom of two daughters; Precious Oldest (23) and Precious Youngest (20), who are both in college, please pray for me. I have been married to the Saint for 26 years. We share our home with a cairn terrorist. This is my story.
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5 comments:
aw- I hate it when my sweet potato poops.
I wouldn't have ordered sweet potato poop either.
Yuck!
A sweet potato pooped in your oven? Ewwwww.
If a sweet potato poops in the woods, can you hear it? :)
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