Since the road to hell is paved with good intentions, I'll be doing my best this month play along with
Habit. Because the vagina-talk needs to stop
somewhere.
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All afternoon we heard something scurrying the garage. Daddy came home, saved us and now all I hear is "isn't he
adorable" and "can we keep him? please?"
2 comments:
I see a freaking mouse go into a crack of the foundation of my house. I nearly flipped my lid!
It is adorable. We have mice in our garage, which were tolerated until they started peeing and pooping on the Harley. :P
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