It was either this or the picture of me pretending to grab my own mother's chest. Seriously. This kind of behavior is perfectly normal for us. We're Wallers.
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This is laughable, but plausible.
Cutes. LOLZ.
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- Day 47: Untitled 924873857 (Leaf in water)
- Day 46: Drawing a blank.
- Day 45: Ink blot.
- Day 44: Classy.
- Day 23: Unexpected.
- Day 42: Mud[futbol]
- Day 41: Seriously?
- Day 40: Wind is cold all right, back in Dallas.
- Day 39: Hey, four eyes!
- Day 38: Benjamin Franklin was a wise man.
- Day 37: Slant line.
- Day 36: If you're tryin' my patience . . .
- Days 28 & 29: In retrograde.
- Day 35: Yee-Haw!!
- Day 34: A lesser than luscious mix of words and tr...
- Day 33: Sunny!!
- Day 33: There are powerlines in our bloodlines.
- Day 32: No diggity.
- Day 31: Water beads.
- Day 28: Wallflower.
- Day 27: Excitement and 7:30 are polar opposites . . .
- Day 26: With my feet on the gas.
- Day 25: Communion
- Day 24: The girls on the go!
- Day 23: I am easily delighted.
- Day 22: The cupboard was bare.
- Day 21: Sunday is prayers and pico de gallo and pl...
- Day 20: My Saturday People
- Day 19: Alan Alda flavored ice cream?
- Day 18: "I'll mark each day with a cross."
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