A superstar, that is. At least, according to my son, I am. To me, the picture looks a little bit like the Wicked Witch of the West, but he asssures me that it is, indeed, a picture of me.
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...or, the story of why I'd rather talk to you than clean my house.
1 comment:
love the shoes :)
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