I have a wonderful twin birthday post hiding in the recesses of my mind waiting to get out. I have begun the Jillian Michael's shred per twin's suggestion. Poor hubby has been working 14 hour shifts. Has anyone seen my attention span? My mother-in-law can be the monkey on my back. Sometimes squeezing in one-more-bible-study really can be the definition of overkill. My work load is erratic as a drunken yo-yo on a licorice spring. Kitty it's called a jumping jack, please stop pawing at my leg. Why did my loving friend leave me baked cryptonite. That one cookie keeps taunting me! Don't give up the ship. Old episodes of Top Chef are such a lovely reminder of home. Oh man, I forgot about that muscle! Damn you IceCream competition ... You are my soulmate!
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May 10, 2012
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Running her mouth full steam ahead since 1979, courtesy of edible DNA that produced her doppleganger. Say hello Twin. Hello Twin. Writing about the nonsensical since the late 90s. You are most welcome.
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