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Enter The Mormon Tabernacle Choir

Handel's Messiah Hallelujah Chorus

Phew.

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  1. Hehe...have a safe rest of the trip home!

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  2. I hear the angels singing! There is no place like home. Rest and enjoy being in your own space.

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  3. Yay! You're DOING IT.

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  4. Just think of me in one of those robes, singing along in the back row!!! 'Halll laaaayyy luuuuu iiaaaaaa!!' :-)

    1st Fat-Rat Guest Post today! Georgie Fear, RD!!
    http://losingethel.blogspot.com/2010/04/guest-post-what-to-look-for-in-fitness.html

    Cheers,
    Missa
    LosingEthel

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