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22 December, 2008

Mail Call!

I got the following message from my darling husband when he got home from work yesterday:

Hey, I don't want to worry you, but I think someone broke into the apartment... It's weird, they just pooped on a plate and put it in the fridge...


What can I say? Except I love him because of stuff like this, not in spite of it!

(by the way, the bananas are just ok. the pretzels, however, are fabulous!)

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