The last couple of times I've been with Morgen in her (amazingly decorated--go Jen) room, she's said, "shoes". I missed it the first time, not knowing what she was talking about. Then, she started pointing, saying "shoes, shoes, shoes." It was then that I saw that Jen had all of Morgen's shoes in a pile, as the shoes are relocating to her closet or something... Shoes. Shoes. Shoes.
It begins.
I already feel sorry for her husband to be (at least 30 or so years from now).
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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While you are at it post some on other pictures of her room. I love to see the amazingly decorated rooms of your wife.
I'll see...
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