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Hey! Where'd you get the picture of my sink?
my daughter walks by my computer and says, hey is that our kitchen?
I'd pick one from the bottom, just for fun.
Pull from the bottom, come on!
By the way, Dylan is one of Abe's big buddies. And this is what he says to me ont he way home from school, "Mom, I'm so lucky to have Abe as a little buddy. He adores me. (insert note: yes, Dylan likes to be adored . . .) And his Moms love him so much. That's what makes a family so good." Ahhhh, thank you, buddy!
What no dishwasher?
That's a stack of symphonic proportions assuming it all came tumbling down. Hope you had some help putting it all away!
I'm glad I'm not the only one who does this. Of course, the logical thing to do would be to dry a few so that the tower wouldn't get so precarious, but then I'd have to get out a dish towel, and how exhausting is that, what with the bending over and lifting of that piece of cloth...
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