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Saturday, March 20, 2010

...And Boy Are My Arms Tired.


Dear Laney,

Today I held the camera down near my waist while I stood up and told you jokes, like:

This peanut was walking through a neighborhood that was so rough...
How rough was it?
It was so rough, the peanut was a salted.

Let's just say, I killed. You thought I was hysterical, and I have photographic evidence to prove it:



Have a good night and don't forget to tip your server.

Love,
Mom

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