Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Twelve

I'm feeling sorry for myself. It's my widdle boy's birthday today and he's at camp. I can't snuggle him or bring him breakfast in bed. In fact, it's pretty boring around here this week without him. Olivia and Grace have taken to punching Henry so he doesn't miss Jackie too much (yes, I just called my twelve year-old 'Jackie', and there's nothing he can do about it). At least he has the mosquitos to snuggle him.

3 comments:

  1. Anonymous3:17 PM

    tell jack that i said happy birthday!! when he comes back from camp .......luv u

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  2. Anonymous3:27 PM

    Happy birthday, Jack, you sweet angely-angel pie!

    Hey Mackenzie, feelin' better after the Great Cheez-It Refund? You and your mom and your friend are all adorable.

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  3. Anonymous9:24 PM

    o hey yea i am doing alot better haha thanks........wat can i say i know we r sooo adorable HAHA!!!! miss u already

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