If Oreos are in the pantry, I can't seem to stop thinking about those guys. It seems like I can hear them calling my name.
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- 304. Trick or treat
- 303. “We all wear masks, and the time comes when w...
- 302. Too close for comfort
- 301. The little things
- 300. Mummy Dog
- 299. The hippy reunion
- 298. I am...
- 297. I waited all day
- 296. Fire Pit
- 295. Lego time
- 294. Back to reality
- 293. The happy girl at the happiest place
- 292. Fun
- 291. When he is 89
- 290. Oreo obsession
- 289. Summer still
- 288. Trying to be scary
- 287. That little girl down the hall
- 286. Coming home
- 285. Such jokers
- 284. Biscayne Bay
- 283. Abandoned
- 282. Wacky Tacky
- 281. Reflecting
- 280. The Monday afternoon gig
- 279. Cooking
- 278. Foraging
- 277. Ice Cream for Dinner
- 276. "There's never one sunrise the same or one su...
- 275. It's an imperfect world
- 274. The Governor's Wife
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- Beth
- I'm a mom, wife and an elementary school assistant principal. I have 2 boys and 2 step-daughters and a miniature dachshund (the dog rules the roost).
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