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Emily loves to take a shower....the boys, not to much. They are both fraidy cats and do not like having the water get on their faces. Emily can not get enough of it, which means I never shower alone. I really do not mind because it is like having a little slave in the shower. "Emily, get the shampoo" "Emily, pop that ingrown hair on mommy's ass" OKay, the last one is not true, but it was funny. Yesterday, I was dealing with some serious unexplained nausea and wanted a shower when Clint got home from work. Littlebit and I headed off to the bathroom for our "relaxing" shower. As I took my clothes off, Emily reminded me of how observant she has becojme. "Mommy" she said "When I grow big, I will have hair on my vagina too". Yes, yes you will. Ah.....out of the mouths of babes.

This morning, I again felt myself beaming with pride when my same sweet little shower buddy threw up all over the stairs. Let me tell you something. There are days when you are on top of the world and there are days when the world is on top of you. I am afraid with a start like this, there will be no amount of crazy lady drugs to help. Please wish me luck and pray to the EBAY gods that all my stuff sells.

MY CELL PHONE STILL WORKS!!!!!!! WHOOHOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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