Doesn't get cuter than this.
Am I the only one who wanted to crawl in there with them and hold them close?
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- Montreal, Quebec, Canada
- A Novel Woman, AKA Pamela Patchet, was unwittingly born and raised in Toronto instead of Paris. She worked her way from A&W carhop to political advisor to advertising executive where, on any given day, she was called upon to soothe disgruntled clients, cajole temperamental artists, juggle multi-million dollar budgets or locate trained penguins for television commercials. She married a handsome dentist for love and a lifetime of free dental care, raised three kids, and established a freelance writing career, not unlike her earlier jobs, minus the penguins.
6 comments:
Yes. Scoot over and make room. Lots of room, because my husband wants to join us. :)
Oh, gosh. That is just about the cutest thing ever. Except that I have a grandbaby now. He's the actual cutest thing ever. You understand, right?
Hubbies are welcome.
Debby, I understand. And I've got an outstanding order, but I've been told it's going to be on back order for a few years. Patience is not one of my strong suits.
OMG those puppies are so adorable! I just want to be covered in them.
But I don't want grandbabies. Ever!
Really?! No grandbabies? For me that's like saying no chocolate.
No. I'm not real good with small children. My own were enough. And I just know my girls would drop their kids off for days here and I'd have to shoot myself.
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