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Monday, June 6, 2011
nocturnal
"Are you getting sleepy?" I kindly asked my grandson riding in the backseat.
"Not a bit. I'm nocturnal Gramma," he assured me.
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colleen
June 6, 2011 at 1:38 PM
isn't that the truth!
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Glenda
June 6, 2011 at 1:46 PM
ahhh, ha, ha, ha
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Sandpiper
June 6, 2011 at 2:12 PM
Chuckling!
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