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I feel like crap. I am hoping it is just problems from yesterday's caffiene intake and not the stomach flu.
It could also be stress. *sigh*
On a rather funny (in a verrrry 'Bad Mommy" moment), Nickolas likes it when I wake him up by crawling into his bed with the Girls. Holly, who is our loving, cleaning girl, has a problem. She likes to chew on fabric. She does not have a mean bone in her furry body. She sort of nipped on his undies this morning. He finally admitted he was the one who squeaked, not her. I found this hysterical.
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