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I've decided that if I need to get happy and ditch the afternoon blahs (because they tend to creep in every once in a while), I'm just going to grab a kid (preferably one of my own), plop on the couch and get crazy on Photo Booth.
Nothing brings on the giggles quite like it.
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And speaking of nothing quite like it, check out my freaky neck. I'm thinking that's a new talent I never knew I had. Freaky neck tendon thing-a-ma-bobs.