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Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Wouldn't life be more fun if adults laid on their backs more and just make raspberry sounds with their mouths?  Well, that's what my mom calls it....a raspberry.  Wonder why it's called a raspberry? I was laying here, just having a grand ole time and wondering why my mom wasn't joining me.  It's alot of fun you know.  And another thing, isn't bouncing fun?  I mean, I get bounced all the time and its a whollatafun!  Waking up in the morning is fun too.  I really like my dog.  He's fun.  Ok, that's it for now.  Gotta run...
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