Dandelion Mama Tracy is still pregnant. I've gotta hand it to this dear sister. She's endured the loss of transportation, relentless attacks by small red-headed terrorists (and I mean that in the most loving way possible), and the innovative snacking of a two-year-old boy.
For the record, I deny ever having snacked on a stick of butter in my mis-spent youth. All the evidence has been destroyed.
Way to keep a humorous attitude on life, Tracy. You let us know when the contractions start (for real this time) and we here at the Snarker will start the "Push her out, shove her out, way out!" cheer.
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D. Golden Shizzle
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Be careful what you say, you don't want them taken off to Guantanimo...
Now there's a novel idea - put a bunch of kids (all between the ages of 5 and 2) in a cell with the Guests at Gitmo.
Personally, I think the Guests at Gitmo would last about eight minutes before they offered up every single piece of intel they had.
You've slowed down a bit, but the material is funnier.
Tracy is my inspiration, the very personification of "long-suffering." May she pop within the hour.
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