my grandma wilma used to tell me that when i was little... very very little... they had these neighbors in their trailer court that i loved dearly.
i would play outside in the dirt with little measuring cups and make them mud pies. after completing a baking cycle (which was probably a few short humming sounds... humm, humm, humm) i would bring my offerings of mud pie to their door.
because they were the sweetest people in the world, they would accept my mud pies in a frenzy of excitement and gobble them up! clearly, this tickled me and id return to my baking, making them more and more.
i sure love mud pies.
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weather or not - 2006-03-07
My Flight - 2006-03-02
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ultimate personality test - 2006-02-25
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