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Birthdays, and baby no-nos

on September 22, 2010

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On my birthday, I had a hot shower. I know, you are just drooling with envy. When was the last time you had a hot shower?
Also, I relearned this simple lesson: don't kiss the sleeping baby, because you will wake him up.

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