Saturday, November 15, 2008

The Witching Hour

A dance party fit only for the witching hour. Energy is always sky high right around dinner time. What's up with that?

That belly represents part of my 38 pound weight gain. I hope there's at least a five pound baby folded up in there. Yes, I did comb my hair today. Lying around does a number on it. Don took that picture and I haven't a clue how to turn it upright.

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