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10 x 10 Part Deux

Shocker! I'm following up on a post!

Ten Of My Favorite Bloggers*

  1. Sarah - My wishes of having twins are lived vicariously through her
  2. Dooce - Because she's Dooce
  3. Momo - I am fairly certain that her son and my son would be great friends
  4. Ree - She makes want to live on a ranch. Sometimes.
  5. Danny - Rage Against The Meshugenah
  6. Matthew - The letters to his twins are the best!
  7. Matt and Madeline - An awesome dad from my neck of the woods
  8. Alice - I want to meet Henry. And Alice too =0)
  9. Kevin - I'm assuming this is his name haha but still, one funny guy
  10. Rebecca - She says the things some of us moms are afraid to say. Out loud.

Ok that's all I have for right now because the husband is waiting for me to decide what we're doing for date night. Since I won't be blitzed when I get home, I'll finish the other four if I'm not asleep. Ha!

*Spellcheck wants to me call bloggers floggers. Um, no, I don't think so.


Momo Fali said…
Holy Moley! I'm honored to be on your list. Thank you!

And, you can call me a flogger. I've certainly been called worse.
And Mom thought the only list I'd ever make was the FBI's.

Thanks for putting me with the big kids.

Kevin (that's me)
Awwww.... thanks!

Did you put me before Dooce accidentally? I think that kind of thing is prohibited by law.
Oh, and like Momo, I am totally cool with being called a flogger.

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