We've been singing the Happy Birthday song to Alex for a week now. She loves it. Only when she sings the song, it sounds like she's saying, "...happy headache to you, happy headache to you..."
I'm an epicure, in case you're into enneagrams. I couldn't live without an hour of sunshine each day, I'm afraid of the cotton that is shoved into the tops of vitamin bottles, nails on a chalk board don't bother me though. I love the ocean, but I get sea sick on a boogie board.
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meredith wants to know if you cried
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