I love my family

My boys, my husband.
I love them a whole lot, every last XY of them, and wouldn't trade them for a gazillion trillion dollars.

squirrelly but lucky despite that,
Kate

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  1. Megan Frampton1:03 AM

    I love this post! I always want to write that kind of stuff, too, but my frequently-confused MIL reads the blog (not the Spouse, he never looks at it, even though he knows about it), and she'd misconstrue something and ask him about it.

    So I'm glad you posted this.

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  2. Anonymous6:41 PM

    Why, precisely, does he object to this? (Perhaps he wanted you to say a googol dollars?)

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  3. Kate6:58 PM

    nah, he doesn't get the point of blogs. Not sure I do either, but I love blogs anyway.

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  4. Kate6:58 PM

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  5. Anonymous1:18 PM

    I love her right back, but I still think blogging is goofy.
    --The Spouse

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