Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Mahna Mahna
Cris sent this to me. It's stuck in my head. Cute, sweet, memorable, but I'm passing along the earworm to you. :)
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I remember so many birthdays as a kid where the present that I dreaded the most (besides jewelry boxes) was a big, blank diary. I'd stare at that thing and wonder over the blank pages, too pretty to write on. But, I got over it. :) And here I am, mostly talking to myself, unless one of you out there decides to talk back. :)
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