I'll spend my days making recycled-paper dolls with my kids. I'll celebrate the idea that happiness isn't bought. It is sought. And found.
(from mothering magazine so you know its good)
rest assured that if i have a crisis of conscience and go to a yucky fast food restaurant and indulge myself that not only will they mess up my order and have me not notice until i am plopped on my couch salivating, but it will be replaced with my least favorite item on the menu. bet on it!
don't mess with a pregnant woman's food
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