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YAY!!!!!

Tim comes home today!!!!! Me so happy I could just pee-pee!


(Now back to your regularly scheduled blogging.)

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Anonymous said…
I AM so EXCITED about Tim coming home too!!! YEA YEA YEA
I was actually going to post the exact same message on my blog.. except for the pee part... I have good bladder control... lol
Kat
Tim said…
I am home now, I missed you guys, and will never leave again, ask James.....
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