Well, my in-laws are on thier way to Florida in the ever-so-impressive (
) 6-mile-to-the-gallon Prevost. Sounds great, right? Not exactly. That means I'm out of a baby sitter and my daughter is here in the office with me terrorizing the place. Don't believe me? Here, I'll put her in my lap and have her type something:
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Her grandfather bought a Mustang, as you know, and he had taught her to say "Mussang" on cue. Well, it took me a couple of hours, but now whenever you say "Mustang" she makes a sour face and yells "Doo-doo!" at you. God bless her.
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