The trouble with quibbles
You just barfed in the punchbowl we all share…and you expect us to believe it’s alphabet soup?
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- heartsparkgirl: wonders how she managed to buy two copies of the same book in the last couple of weeks. O_o
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Ambrosia.
That’s the nastiest thing I can think of and shall heretofore describe my most horrific disgust. Remember? That ambrosia Mom used to make in that huge tubberware basin. With mini colorful marshmellows and grapes and coconut and junk.
Ambrosia.
i’m in shock. seriously disturbing.
um. why did it post that quilt photo next to my name?
I think I can reset it so that you get a wacky cartoon face instead!
I’ll have to ask Andy about that.
wow, wacky cartoon face. man.
and also. tell your sister to change her blog so people like me can comment. it won’t let me and that’s sad, cause i have tons to say, tons.