What Day is It?

Chips and Black Bean Salsa.
Brownies and Ice Cream.
Turtles Candy.
Diet Coke and a Pamprin chaser.
I'm going to bed.

Comments

  1. meegzApril 11, 2011 at 9:56 PM

    love the slide show -- and I've had one too many of those days lately.:)

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  2. KimApril 12, 2011 at 11:41 PM

    mmmmmmmm. we're on the same schedule....LOL!

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  3. LiaApril 13, 2011 at 1:11 PM

    Awww! Sorry, no fun. Focus on the end, that will be a "comfortable" day!

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  4. Julie DeMilleApril 13, 2011 at 10:10 PM

    Thanks, Megan. I got the slideshow idea from you.

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