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It's a brand new day, and I'm dancing like the Ewoks at the end of Jedi.
So NOW what the hell are we supposed to talk about?
November 04, 2008 in It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) | Permalink
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Well, most of your readers are parents, we could just go back to talking about poop.
Or Rock Band 2.
November 05, 2008 at 07:17 AM
"I'm dancing like the Ewoks at the end of Jedi." Nice...
Well... we can talk about how, give a day or 2, McCain's campaign staff will throw Palin under the bus for de-railing his campaign.
November 05, 2008 at 10:47 AM
I love this graphic. I showed a picture of all the presidents to Bird and then showed him Obama. He asked why we say "white" and "black" when really the people are pink and brown.
And please come visit us soon. Our boys have a million questions about Star Wars that we cannot answer (You know Mac Daddy has never seen it, right?).
Now let's get back to talking about me.
November 05, 2008 at 03:47 PM
Well, I'm past the talking-about-poop stage of mommy blogging (happily!). How about homework?
November 06, 2008 at 12:13 PM
I vote Rock Band 2.
November 06, 2008 at 07:03 PM
That's an awesome visual.
Shoot, what did we ever talk about? I don't remember.
November 07, 2008 at 07:22 PM
Let's bitch about the costs of the holiday season.
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November 10, 2008 at 05:34 PM
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