Remember the old woman who lived in a shoe? I'm a lot like her, with a husband and varying numbers of children in our 100-year-old farmhouse. This blog is about our lives.
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Tuesday, March 27, 2007
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In yesterday's post, I was going to tell you about The Last Line On My Handout but I forgot. Then Matt wrote about it here.
Hehe. I'm so pleased it's not just my house this sort of thing happens. The number of times my friends tell me they've been chatting to one of my kids on~line 'cause the lazy things can't be bothered to go into their own folder! Sometimes I think my friends'd rather chat to the kids; I get no complaints. They always sound so chuffed. sound so chuffed.
Hehe. I'm so pleased it's not just my house this sort of thing happens. The number of times my friends tell me they've been chatting to one of my kids on~line 'cause the lazy things can't be bothered to go into their own folder! Sometimes I think my friends'd rather chat to the kids; I get no complaints. They always sound so chuffed.
ReplyDeletesound so chuffed.