She cracks me up. Don't know what else to say except that she is such a riot. I'm looking a little spacy though. Displeased? I really don't know. I swear that isn't the person who looks back at me from the mirror every morning. IMPOSTER! ever notice how you look nothing like you thought looked when you get to see yourself in a photo? Kind of depressing really. I've been living in a flase reality, one where I don't really look like this but apparently - - I've been deceived. Or else someone has stolen my family and is posing as me. Or could it be like a stunt double? Maybe one who just stands in for me when it comes time to take silly little pictures because I am much too busy for such things. I guess we'll have to go on wondering.
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