January 14, 2008
In the which we (women) don't feel ridiculous until we see them (men) imitating us...
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2 comments:
Lovin' Rookie Cookie! What have you made from that site that you've loved? That blog actually makes me excited about cooking. Imagine that. And sorry you had a rough day yesterday. I hope today was better.
Amazing. (Please say you know why I selected that word.)
As if I needed a reminder why I like you.
This little commercial is sorta like that part of Sleepless in Seattle where the men are getting emotional about the war movie (of which I don't recall the title).
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