Thursday, January 21, 2010


...are for summer. Icicles are for winter!

We spend a lot of time inside these days. Today, I attempted to resort my coupon stack.

I'm not done yet.

Like mother, like son:

I remember being little and going once-around an apple but refused to go further. Jimmy is the same way with pears, as resulted by screaming when asked if he was going to go for round 2.


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