January 21, 2009
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6 comments:
And Sparks, for that matter.
did you know that the necklace michelle was wearing was actually not a necklace? It is an antique pin of sorts previously used to hold things in place (i.e. sash)
I wish I had that hat! I love it. I would have a tea party just so I could wear it.
She's gonna let me borrow it. We're tight like that.
I am not even sure what that is on her head. Is she yelling for someone to come take it off?
in the words of Keanu Reeves---WHOA
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