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The blog party is confirmed for Saturday, 16th August. You're welcome to come and to stay over - but if you're staying more than a couple of nights, it would be better to make it the week leading up to the party please, as I'm keeping my options open for the second half of August!
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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
8 comments:
Sweet! I can totally see her saying, "I like pasta, but not today, thank you!"
Oooh baby fat! I love chubby arms and legs. Pugsley is very cuddly and Squiffany looks like you. Lucky little girl, eh. :)
She has a politely determined look to her, hasn't she!
Pugsley weighs about 10 kilos and he's not quite 6 months old. Mind you, Squiffany was quite chubby until she started walking and worked it off.
sweet!
Do I detect a note of grandmotherly pride?
Quite right too, two real cuties.
Ah, you can brag about your grandchildren in a way you wouldn't get away with if it were your children. It's expected.
z! She looks just like you!
Especially around the eye, eh?
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