tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7064433088071620366.post3419703112563533886..comments2009-06-22T02:05:13.817-04:00Comments on Peaches & Coconuts: Moving Up: Part IIDeborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06347742670785658481noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7064433088071620366.post-8928300176153964862009-06-22T02:05:13.817-04:002009-06-22T02:05:13.817-04:00Ah Treeka, the joke never gets old.
Truer words, ...Ah Treeka, the joke never gets old.<br /><br />Truer words, Pamelamama, were never spoken. Of course, I won't die without first turning completely gray and putting on plenty of stress-weight.Deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06347742670785658481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7064433088071620366.post-21096335917068128922009-06-22T01:18:58.734-04:002009-06-22T01:18:58.734-04:00the children, they will be the death of us.the children, they will be the death of us.Pamelamamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07360903884045061734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7064433088071620366.post-65038287309210417572009-06-20T01:08:07.264-04:002009-06-20T01:08:07.264-04:00Asher is nice when Asher wants to be nice. Asher ...Asher is nice when Asher wants to be nice. Asher is not nice when Asher doesn't want to be nice. Like your brother. xoxoxoTreekanoreply@blogger.com