Happy Thanksgiving

Sometimes The Boss wears a look that makes it obvious she's just humoring us. She's our teenager in a two year old body, and we're thankful.

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  1. slouching momNovember 22, 2007 at 7:27 PM

    Happy Thanksgiving to you!

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  2. WendyNovember 22, 2007 at 7:36 PM

    Excuse me, I thought you were pregnant. I see nothing.

    Happy Thanksgiving.

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  3. jenNovember 22, 2007 at 7:59 PM

    now look at pretty you.

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  4. WhirlwindNovember 23, 2007 at 4:42 AM

    What a cute picture.

    I get looks like that from the girls as well.

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  5. Mrs. ChickenNovember 23, 2007 at 7:57 AM

    You guys look great, and The Boss looks as if she is merely tolerating you. May she have many more years to perfect her disdain! :)

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  6. LaurenNovember 23, 2007 at 4:08 PM

    You're hot.

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  7. JeniferNovember 24, 2007 at 12:10 PM

    I love the look on her face....priceless!

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  8. BozNovember 26, 2007 at 6:23 AM

    This comment is a compilation of comments left in this blog over the past six months. Weirdos. :P

    I really, really love this post. Damn, Binky, that was good. I wake up every morning feeling wet. I do love you...does that help? I wish you buckets of joy. I like where you are right now. You're hot. I so love this phase. I love this post. This is such a nice post. Too cute! Oh, you're hot stuff, all right. I love the last picture. I love the image i get thinking of this. You must get video of this. Oh, sister, a milestone indeed. Totally voting for you. I love you. And now I love you more. xoxoxo

    There. Done gushing. Like a good New Englander.

    ps - love love love your last sentence. (squeeze)

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  9. BinkytownNovember 26, 2007 at 12:14 PM

    Happy (belated) Thanksgiving!

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  10. Lawyer MamaNovember 26, 2007 at 2:24 PM

    Aww, you all look so cute!

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