i don't lie when i call my kids monkeys. i have proof. and now, so do you. don't ask me what a cat-monkey is. also, don't ask me what kind of drugs he's on, because i don't know and the boy is
1. not talking and
2. not sharing.
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I live in quite an undesirable city, all my friends are dispersed around the states (with none in a 100-mile radius), and I work for Satan. But I have three awesome kids who provide me with endless entertainment and a husband who is great at really listening when it matters, and at the very least pretending to listen when it doesn't. My life rocks.
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- sometimes, curiosity should be nipped in the bud.
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- Mom of three, wife to a resident, part-time dentist, full-time pain in the ass
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