Yeah, we made Shrinky Dinks! Jackson loves watching them shrink up in the oven. I knew that he would. We now have all these tiny pizza and pencil charms. Plus Pulpo--he makes a good Shrinky Dink.
pulpo! I love him.
Just this afternoon, during a conversation with a colleague at work, I glanced over her shoulder at a calendar on the wall that had a photograph very similar to this meadow and I had a vague feeling that something was missing. Yes, I was looking for the ominous tooth. I can't see a bucolic scene like this without a sense that there is something missing. Very weird.
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