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Are You Going to Play or Do I Have to Mail You Gray Pubic Hair?

Guess what tomorrow is kiddies? Yes. That's right. It is Self Portrait Friday. Let's see what you do to relax (boys, no self pleasuring photos). Remember, it is what you do to relax, not go to sleep. Do you read a book? Do you drink a glass of wine and smoke a pack of cigarettes? Do you stand on your head and stick lightbulbs up your butt? Oh wait, that falls under self pleasuring doesn't it. Well, you get the picture. So go get the picture. Do not to forget to leave a comment to let me know you are playing.

Ah yes, today was our WIC appointment. For those of you who earn enough money to not know what that is, kudos to you. For those of you who are enlisted, you know exactly what I am talking about (and people say the military earns to much....hmph!). Ethan screamed the entire time, Steven said he did not like it there and wanted to go home, and Clint just looked like he wanted to crawl in a hole and die. All three kids have summer colds. So, suffice it to say, none of them had very good dispositions. If it wasn't too late, I think we would have put them up for adoption after the last few nights of NO sleep and today's wonderful performances. Anyone interested in three adorable, usually well mannered children? They are for sale!!! Cheap!!!! Okay, I am kidding, but really kids. I have gray pubic hair for god's sake. No one told me that was going to happen. What the friggin' hell?!?!?! Gray pubic hair?!?!?

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