Mon dieu. The wisenheimer part of me wants to make some smart ass comment, but I can't. I just can't. Instead I think I will buy a shirt.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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Good grief! That little girl is one big bowl of sugar. She needs to go into sales.
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