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Woo-Hoo!

Okay. Now we're tired from yelling the title. I think we need to lie down.


Chickadee is not feeling good.  She has special couch potato privileges.  She feels about like this.


I feel about like this.


So this is what I want to do today.



And what I hope she does too.

Comments

  1. I'm sorry Chickadee isn't feeling well :( Hope you both get some rest today.

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  2. Praying for you all. Hope you get some well-deserved down time this weekend. (I am headed to work for another day-o-fun.)

    Looking forward to reading your team next week!

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  3. I hope you get some rest soon...

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  4. awww hope chickadee feels better!!! rest rest rest!

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  5. Oh naps - they are one of my favorite things.

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  6. ME TOO but I don't think it's going to happen. I have to go grocerie shopping and I have put it off too long. So glad that the instive pants were a pleasant surprize. I hope that you both get much needed rest. Keep smiling.

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  7. Sorry to hear you are both feeling ill and tired. Praying for a calm day and some sleep for you both.

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  8. I hope that you both are starting to feel better by now. I love naps.

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  9. JBS - I just went in to vote - am I reading it right? Is it true we got to 1st spot?! Did we get from 4th to 1st?!!!

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