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| The King when I still liked him |
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Happy Birthday
Happy birthday to my wonderful son, it's bee 33wonderful years. Hope this year proves to be the best yet.
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Once again my friend and I treked out to Niagara Falls on our walk to the green house we spotted this wonderful field of daffys. The... -
Well I shouldn't really say these were in my mailbox, on account of the UPS guy decided not to leave them there. Mailbox Monday is a we...
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So precious, weren't they? Most of the time it is still true.
Adorable!! In that little outfit with the ears, he looks like the little boy Max in Where The Wild Things Are.
What a cutie!
Oh yeah he's cute here, you should be his mother, I feel like a referee in a wresting match, with my husband in the other corner. I told them both they will be paying for my hair colouring for the rest of their lives, it's their fault I'm grey, I could feel myself growing grey when the phone rings and it's one of them.
I wasn't sure what this picture meant at first, but it made me want to write a story about the little king (and his mother).
Awwwwwww so precious! They do turn into knuckleheads, don't they? Hope your Mother's Day was lovely, dear Irene.
Things change...
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