I have a serious addiction. I can't help it. I've tried to stop, tried to cut back, but I just can't do it. I need serious help. What, you might ask is my poison? Well it's paper. Not just any paper, the beautiful glossy pages of the magazines flocking the checkout line. What do I do? How do I stop? On a grocery run the other day I just had to have these:
Yes, just had to have them. COULD. NOT. LIVE. WITHOUT. THEM. They were calling my name. They needed a good home. Probably here with all the other ones I couldn't leave the checkout line without:
I have so much reading to catch up on I should probably stop typing and start reading. Maybe that's the first of the twelve steps?
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T: you are so cute. I love your blog...maybe you can teach me some of your skills so i can one day be as great as you! Love you cousin!
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