Your Reguarly Scheduled Programming

The test of the emergency emotional breakdown system is over. You know, temporarily. But, I'm still feeling a little scattered, so I'm participating with Mrs. 4444 in her Friday Fragments.

My family is leaving today. So I can get back to my normal schedule and be back on blogs! Though, every time I managed to sneak a little blog time, either blogger wasn't letting me comment or GFC wasn't showing up. It was like a consipiracy by blogger to make me look like a jerk. If you follow my blog and I don't follow you, it's not intentional. Please leave me your url so I can follow you. Please.

I cried this week when I read all the comments from y'all over on SITS in support of me on Monday. I love you all. It meant so much to me to read all the love. Yes, I cry a lot.

Hubs bought me some of those Victoria Secret super-ultra-push-up bras that promise to add two cup sizes. They WORK. But, I look like I've had a boob job. One of the preschool moms asked me at drop-off "Did you do something....different?" While staring at my boobs. I just smiled and said no. I now only want to wear those bras. Or you know, actually get a boob job. Or maybe just a really late visit from the boob fairy.

Do you know that irl, most people call me Michelle or MJ? But, the people who love me and know me best have called me Shell. And since I share so much with y'all and feel so close to you, that's why I went with "Shell" on here.

I really want to go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter when it opens next month. I love Harry Potter. Can I use my 5 year old as an excuse to go there? Even though he only barely knows who Harry Potter is? I'm blaming my HP obsession on being a former teacher. That's my story.

Monkey told me that I only have boys because I only have "boy mix" in my belly. And that Daddy needs to go to the store and get "girl mix" and put it in my grilled cheese sandwich so I can eat it and have girl mix in my belly. Um, I think he needs to talk to Daddy about the girl/boy mix. It's not MY "belly" that gave us these boys.

I also told Monkey that three babies is enough for our family. He said, "NO! Four babies is enough for you. You have to give me my sister." Um, snip-snip, not possible.

I'm amazed at the outpouring of love that is being shown for Mission Monkey- that darling little girl over in my sidebar. Fight Monkey, fight! Oh, and please go click on her darling face and donate. Even just a dollar adds up if so many of us do it.

Ian is trying to get me to promise to do something crazy in exchange for donations...but I'm blanking on ideas. Do you have any?

We took the boys to one of those inflatable bounce playplaces yesterday. My boys were the only ones there, so I got to play on all the boucers with my boys. I jumped around and raced them through the obstacle course. Yes, I had my ass handed to me by my four year-old. I beat my five year-old, though. Because I cheated.

Hubs joined a gym yesterday. A family membership. So now I have no excuse for being lazy and not exercising. I promise not to use the gym just for the child care and being able to shower without interruption. Well, I promise to try to use it for something other than that.

Did you know that there is another blog hop to meet new bloggers? This is the one that I will be supporting from now on.  It's fun AND caring.  









And another one, in case you are interested:

Fragmented and Scattered on Moving Day

Did you expect to see me dancing today? We are taking a little break from Just Dance Yer Bloggy Off. And that means that I can participate in Friday Fragments again!

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We are moving out of the beach house today. Oh, how I'll miss the view and being right on the water. I'm trading the beach for close Target-proximity and a better library.  Not exactly a fair trade.  But, at least it's something.

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I hate packing. Though, unpacking is even worse.

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Is it wrong that I'm still going to be checking blogs and emails today when I should be helping to load the truck? But, seriously, it's not like I can actually carry much. Total wimp=get out of packing free card. But, if I'm not around much today, you'll know Hubs found me out.

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I can't believe it will be May tomorrow. I love the warm weather. Spring and summer are such happy times.

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Though, my boys all like to run around naked or just in underwear/diapers and the warm weather only encourages this. Is this is a boy thing or just a kid thing? I don't remember going through a naked phase.

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My boys wanted to go streaking across the beach the other day. Um, it's not that kind of a beach.

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When I said yesterday that frump was keeping me from feeling Mom Sexy, I didn't mean that I was going to dress up all the time. I have to be practical. I just meant that I was going to try to keep the clothes that have stains and tears on them as outfits for days when I don't leave the house. Never said anything against jeans. Especially a great-fitting pair- that's practically cussing around here to try to ban jeans.

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Could you please go vote for Mason in the Baby Idol contest? Tomorrow is the last day in this round and then we find out if he made it to the finals next week. You can vote once per day, no registration required HERE  They let you vote once per computer every 24 hours,  so if you voted yesterday, you can vote again today after when you voted yesterday. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!!

How can you resist that little face?

Fragments: Meet Me

So, I know it's not Friday. But, I'm addicted to doing Friday Fragments. But, tomorrow is the big dance-off: So, I'm doing mine today. Reminder: I have the blog police in my back pocket so it's okay.

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Click HERE if you need the rules.

Those of you who are participating, please schedule your posts for 9AM EST and then shoot me an email (or Supah- all dance links will be on both of our blogs) to let me know that it will be up and we'll get you linked!

Don't forget to grab a button for your post!

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The earlier you tell me that you are playing, the happier I will be because I'm leaving for Bloggy Bootcamp tomorrow! You can even tell me today, and I'll get yours right at 9am. Please!!!!

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There are a few of you who have followed recently that I can't find your blogs! So, if I haven't returned the follow, it's because I can't find you. Please leave me your blog addy. THANKS! :)

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I've seen a bunch of getting-to-know-you(would that be getting-to-know-ME in this case?) posts around, of some of the other ladies heading to bloggy bootcamp this weekend. And I thought I'd join in.  But, in my own fragmented way.

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So, me...well, I'm the type of girl who can tell pour her heart out to you about a tough time in her marriage, call someone out for being a motherbitch, discuss age-appropriateness of a movie like a responsible parent, post a video where I had to shove as many marshmellows in my mouth as I could to try to win a contest, and review a sex toy. All in the same week. Oh, and I'm dancing for you tomorrow.

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If you don't know what a motherbitch is, see the button in the sidebar. Now you know.

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I have all boys. Do not pity me or ask if we are going to try for a princess. We're not.

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I'm still sort of wishing that there was an official uniform for bootcamp- and that it was yoga pants and a comfy shirt. 

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I'll be in jeans and a green shirt that has bright pink lettering on it. With a saying that you should completely take as a joke and NOT roll your eyes at me for.

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I joked about taking my son's kindergarten orientation bag with me, since I didn't have any other bag that I could carry around with me, other than diaper bags. It says, "I'm a big kid now."

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Thankfully, The Purse Blogger decided to take pity on me and sent me this fabulous bag to use:

So when you see that adorable bag, you'll know it's me!

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You should go visit her and see what other fabulous purses she has to offer.

Really, you should follow her.

I'll be hosting a giveaway for her here soon and I'll give you an extra entry if you go follow her now instead of waiting for the giveway.

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Can you tell I distract easily?

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I get to meet my bloggysister, The Mommyologist, this weekend. I can't wait. I think we're going to discover that we're really twins, separated at birth

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I bet she doesn't have a huge zit on her chin, though. My 3 year-old keeps asking me, "You has a red boo-boo, Mommy? I kiss it." Which is sweet, but like I want any more attention drawn to it.

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You're going to look for that now, aren't you?

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I think that's good enough for now. I kind of suck at describing myself. Anyone want to help me out here?

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Can't wait to meet those of you who will be at bootcamp this weekend.

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Those of you who won't be there....waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!

I want to meet you, too. :(

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Don't forget about the dance-off on Friday.

Play!

Or at least be sure to come back and watch.

And then you'll wish you had played, too.

Random Fragments: Is There Any Other Kind?

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I want to be sure that you know the dance contest is ON! Official rules posted today: Just Dance Your Bloggy Off 

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I love my blogging friends. I told you all how Hubs makes fun of me for not being able to whistle and how he tells me that I'm the only person in the world who can't. Well, 32 of the 89(!!!!) comments were admissions from other non-whistlers. And there were quite a few "weak whistlers." I'm ignoring those of you who called me a loser for not being able to whistle and I'M TELLING HUBS THAT HE IS WRONG. I love when I can do that.

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 When I make buffalo chicken pasta, my two youngest literally lick their plates clean. Should I try to teach them better table manners or be thrilled that I don't have picky eaters?

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Do you know that my Survivor Buff-on WON? So, it paid off to post the most horrible picture ever taken of me. That's what I was going for, but I'm still thrilled to have won a prize for it. You can see all of them HERE. I won fabulous WINE-RELATED prizes.

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I smell so yummy today. I won Philosophy's Snow bathwash and lotion from a giveaway recently, but I can't remember whose blog I won it from. I hate not being able to thank someone for it. Did I win it from you? Could you tell me? Because I'm really obsessive about this stuff. And I LOVE the lotion. Really, I can't stop smelling myself.

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Only ONE WEEK left until I leave for Bloggy Bootcamp in Baltimore. I can't wait! Are you going to be there? I know a lot of you ladies will be dressing up, but I'll be in jeans and have my son's tote bag that he got from kindergarten registration yesterday. He hates it so I might as well use it. It says: I'm a Big Kid Now.

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Trying to decide on a funny shirt.

I've always loved this one:

Come to the dark side, we have cookies.

Then again, that might scare people off.

Plus, I do not want to let everyone know that Sunday, who is threatening to wear a screaming banshee mask, and blogs at WYSIWYG, is bringing cookies for me.

I might have to share.

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Love this one!

I'm a celebrity, really

From Flirty Girl Tees

It would be hilarious if anyone thought I was delusional enough to think I'm a celebrity.

But, I love to laugh at myself, so this might be perfect.

And, you'd be able to find me easily.

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Don't forget to enter my Color Cookies preschool game giveaway HERE

It ends tomorrow!

Now That You Know I Have NO SHAME

You should probably also know that I'm kinda ADD.  I like to pretend that Friday is the only day that I think like this, when really, this is normal for me.

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Did you know that Friday Fragments have POWER? Last Friday, I said maybe the universe was trying to tell me something. And well, the universe answered. In an email. Wait until you see what I have coming in the mail. Oh, my. *blushes*

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This Friday, I'll test their power and say that Nintendo should totally give me a Just Dance Wii Game to giveaway after my embarrassing kickass video yesterday. Since, obviously, I have NO SHAME, I emailed them and asked. Doubt it will work, but why not try, right? Like I said, NO SHAME!

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It looks like Sunday from WYSIWYG is the winner of the Just Dance off! I will hand-deliver her a sort of fabulous prize at Bloggy Boot Camp in Baltimore. There will be a new contest coming soon! PRACTICE, PEOPLE!!!

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On Sunday, I fell down outside of the movie theater. BOOM. Slipped on some ice and did a cartoon-like flip up and fell smack down on my hands and knees. My knees are still sore, palms a little raw, and my arms ache. I think I should get free movies for life or something. Really, the snow came on Saturday. By Sunday afternoon, they should have taken care of that.

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My younger brother texted me this week and asked me to check his fiancee's fb page to see when her birthday is. I don't know why, but it struck me as really funny. Future blackmail material.

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Not that I'm great with dates. I've seen a lot of posts this past week about how long couples have been together. I can tell you our wedding anniversary, but I can't even tell you what month it was that we started dating. I guess it depends on your definition of "dating."

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Motherbitches: I wasn't down with the whole "hating someone just because you and I are friends and a friend of yours doesn't like a friend of mine for a reason that has nothing to do with us so now I'm supposed to hate her too" thing back in junior high and I certainly am NOT down with it now. What a dumb reason to hate me. There are lots of valid reasons to hate me. Pick one of those instead.

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I was the room mom for my 3 year old's Valentine's Day party last week. I decorated while the kids were in their music class. When they came back in, Bear said, "Oh, Valentine's Day is BEAUTIFUL!" It was adorable.

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I love new visitors to my blog, but when you just say "Please visit my blog at blah-blah-blah," it hurts my feelings a little. I read what you write when I visit you, not just tell you to come to my blog. And if you say "Great post! Please visit me @..." I think you are just copying and pasting...  Just sayin'. I really do love new visitors, though!

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I've decided that my ultimate response to people who think that my family is not complete without having a little girl...despite the fact that we have three children...is to say with an appalled look on my face, "No way. There is only room for one princess in this house and she is me."

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I'm anxiously awaiting noon so that I can do the next challenge for Supah's Survivor Island. As long as I haven't been voted off. Go, HEROES!








P.S. I'm redoing my scrolly-button thing. If you have my button and I don't have yours, please let me know!

More Fragmented Thoughts

I totally love this fabulous excuse to be completely random.

Should I be worried that Bear ends up sleeping in his closet every night? He takes his pillow and blankets...and leaves the doors open. It is a big closet...

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What I get for laughing the first time Bear said something inappropriate: a child who thinks it's funny to say "Take a look at my butt. See?" and pull down his pants, while grinning at you over his shoulder.

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I was actually clapping and cheering at the tv last night when Survivor was on. Like I think they can hear me.

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I don't know how many times I said, "Oooh, I love Russell!" last night. Hubs just shook his head at me and went down to the mancave to watch something else.

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Do you know what Supah's Island is? I'm playing! Watch for the Survivor Fantasy Game, round 1. Should be up soon. I'm Cirie in that game. Someone stole Russell from me. Okay, just by getting a higher number in the draw than me. Take a look at the sponsors over on the sidebar: I better win something.

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I've seen SO many "adult" toy reviews and giveaways lately. Maybe it's the universe telling me to stop being so repressed and go get a toy. I'll know that is what it's trying to tell me if I actually win one of those giveaways.

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I'm thrilled that Bear's teacher is not coming back to teach his class this year. She is the director of the preschool and Bear only had her for two days and then she went out sick. So, he got used to the new teacher and has had her for over 2 months now. The director said that she watched the teacher and Bear together and said that they have such a connection that she doesn't want to break them up. So, the days that Bear is at school, the "sub" will have the class for the rest of the year. I could have kissed her for that.

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Um, why did I talk about sex toys and then about preschool? What is wrong with me and why am I too lazy to reorder my fragments?

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Next year, there will be a few hours every week when all of my boys will be in school at the same time. Hubs thinks I will be able to get a ton done around the house. I think I'll go hang out at Panera with my laptop, reading blogs...like I did this morning. It was so peaceful. And chai tea lattes are awesome. I'll still have a messy house, but I'll be much calmer.

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If I hit 300 followers today, I might pee my pants with excitement.

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After having 3 kids, especially with ginormous heads, it doesn't take much to make me pee my pants.

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Tried again to make friends. Planned an event for the moms' group. And pretty much got slapped in the face AGAIN. Why do I try? MOTHERBITCHES.

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You know you love my word. Say it, it's fun. MOTHERBITCHES. You can even borrow my word, like my friend Stepping on Cheerios did...um, as long as you give me credit, like she did, when she described her horrible motherbitch experience. ;)

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I think I'm almost done playing around with my blog layout. Thanks so much to Elizabeth and Supah for helping me out! And for not telling me to shut up when I sent you a billion emails and questions.

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A friend of mine was going to make my header and button, but you know, I wasn't paying her because I am CHEAP and she has a life, so I had to go with what I could make. I'm thinking she might take pity on my poor skills and make me something better.

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Any of my fellow Supah's Island Survivors: please don't vote me off. I love you all. Really. Even if I don't like the character you are playing. I love you as a person. Keep me around. At least let me win something before voting me out.

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Everyone who commented on my pic from Wednesday, where I was telling you how happy I was that I grew out of my college awkward phase and showed you the reunion pic- the reunion pic was from this fall. So, the comments about how I wasn't that bad in college- ouch, blow to my ego.

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BFF, whom I have known for holy crap almost 30 years, just started her own blog. Today is her very first post. Please go show her some comment and follow love. In My Own Little Corner

PMS-Inspired Friday Fragments

I'm bloated and cranky, craving chocolate, and feeling random. So, I figured it was about time that I joined in for Friday Fragments, so that I could be random and have an excuse for it.

I couldn't find Bear's shoes when it was time to leave for preschool yesterday morning, so I sat on the steps and cried.

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We were 10 minutes late to preschool and when we walked, the teachers drew in this big breath- I got all defensive, thinking that it was the first time that we'd been late, but it was because the teachers were noticing my boys' haircuts.

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Note to hairdressers: if you aren't comfortable cutting a 3 year-old's hair, could you please speak up? You cut Bear's bangs too short for him to be able to keep his adorable long hair. He sports a short of Zach and Cody sort of look, but I wanted him to be able to see. Once the bangs were up there, though, we had to go for an all over shorter look or he would have looked like he had a mullet.

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I envy you if you don't know who Zach and Cody are.

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Bear's preschool teacher has been out sick since the beginning of December. So, Bear only had her twice. She might be coming back soon, but I'm really hoping that she stays out and rests and lets Bear continue to have the teacher that he has now because she is amazing with him and he's made such progress. I'm sure that she's great, too, but I'd rather not have him have to deal with any more change.

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I never worry about Monkey in school because he's a smart cookie. I felt like the worst parent in the world when his teacher told me that he was rotten last week. Well, she didn't use that word, but it was implied. I'm constantly checking on Bear's progress, but just assume everything is fine with Monkey unless I'm told otherwise. Mom fail.

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I had to drive into the town where Hubs works the other day and on the drive home, I was thinking how much the commute was awful and that I don't like doing it. And yet, by insisting that we stay in the district we're in now, Hubs will have that commute forever. Makes me feel like a bad wife.

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But, I love that district, so we're not moving. Good thing Hubs is okay with the commute.

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I also drove through the area that that "Live Traffic Feed" thingamabob says that I live whenever I go to one of your blogs that has that on it. It drives me nuts because it's almost a half hour from here and not where I really live. It is where my mil lives, though.

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Then, I think it's probably a good thing because it's a little creepy if where I really live would show up, since there are crazy stalkers out there and ya never know.

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I'm not a crazy stalker, but I act like a crazy person when I have pms. I need chocolate. And french fries. And Chinese food.

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Best brownies ever(if you like gooey ones, not cake ones, and really who doesn't think the gooey ones are better?): Ditch the Box and Never Look Back Brownies

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There's a chocolate festival near here this weekend. I am GOING.

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I ♥ Pamprin. It kicks Midol's ass.

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Wine is helpful, too.

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Cheers!

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