By the end of the year there should be 366 pictures here denoting one thing that happened that day. Just the one.
As a overly conscientious, borderline OCD, competitive freak this is the sort of challenge that I both relish and should avoid in equal measure.
My mother got one of those creepy baby dolls for each of my two daughters when they were younger. My oldest played with it for years and I ended up calling it "Chuckie". Hair had been cut, face was all stained with all kinds of old makeup, crayons, etc. It was, and still is scary.
My mother got one of those creepy baby dolls for each of my two daughters when they were younger. My oldest played with it for years and I ended up calling it "Chuckie". Hair had been cut, face was all stained with all kinds of old makeup, crayons, etc. It was, and still is scary.
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