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Busted

BAILEY! I walk out of the room for FIVE SECONDS and you somehow get into the thing with the greatest mess-making potential… “Look, Mom, I’m cleaning it up!  See?  See?  I’m cleaning it all up!” “Alright, Mom, you got me.  I can’t clean them up…are you mad?” Sigh. No, dear Bailey, I’m not mad.  Shame on…

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Et Tu-tu, Bailey??

Honestly, friends, I didn’t think my DNA even contained pink.  Some pretty turquoise-ish colors, perhaps, but pink??  And don’t get me started on ballerina stuff.  Yes, I took ballet as a wee child, but my most vivid memory of my dance career is having an exceptionally runny nose during class and repeatedly wiping snot streaks…

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