Getting ready for prenatal.
Want to go back to bed.
Want Crunchie Bars.
*gurgle*
Somebody dress me?
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1 comment:
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I so sorry. Go back to bed after you get home. I wanna go back to bed right now, too, but I can't until after 5:30. Sadness. It's just a sleepy day, huh?
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