i want to be a mermaid when i grow up. seriously. ariel. a very modest version, though i'm sure speedo could eventually develop a suit so the top looked a little more... well. you know. she sells sea shells...
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i have nothing witty to say here, but i think it's fun when other people do.
my brother, the heart of our family, has eb. as his sister, and now a mother, nothing zings straight through my soul quite like seeing this beautiful baby boy...
my legs are in the closet, and i chase my three children around from a wheelchair. my husband does all the heavy lifting and money-earning so i can afford this life of relative ease, blogging.
really? it seems i'm writing for my kids. my father is dead, my mother hit a train, and my husband often forgets the details. like what type of cancer he had (unless you figure "the good kind" counts). so. this. just in case. i mean heaven forbid something happen to me and the "25 things about your mom" be left for my family and friends to fill in. it might include items like "she rambled way too much". best they experience that joy first hand for it to be fully appreciated.
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i have nothing witty to say here, but i think it's fun when other people do.