The image says it all without spelling it out for you.  Except that Tori’s coined the cutest phrase and I can’t resist.  “Hey Monkey!” 
A perfectly simple gift for my simply perfect nephew.

 
For whatever reason, Auto doesn’t currently sell the Glug Baby T-shirts on their site.  But it wouldn’t hurt any of us to shop the old fashioned way. 
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“The Barolo.  Nice Choice.  I’m sorry, but can I see some ID?”
“Don’t be.  You can start appologizing to me the day you stop asking for my ID.
Never take the good with the bad.  This lotion protects against those evil UVA / UVB rays, yet it is ultra lightweight, delivering a healthy and natural, sunkissed glow. 
So that when [...]

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… Adding a solid 90 mm to my petite frame.  That’s 3.5″ for those of you who flunked freshmen chem.

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Tout Simplement…
“Choosing to leave or to leave behind is also an act of love.”

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Life is black and white. There is no gray area, but an abyss devoid of truth.
Try and read in between the lines and you’ll slip through and float away, direction skewed. 
 

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Patterns bore me.  The same ol’ thing over and over again.   Patterns are like rules, meant to be, broken.  It’s always best to ignore all the incessant, petty details and take in the big picture.   
But… a lil’ ditsy, sweet, and blooming just in time for summer.  Flirtatious, playful, the dress is smartly cut to reveal just enough freshly, sun-kissed skin. 

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Dear Everyone Who Stopped By:
Thank you!  It was so nice to see you all. The day was scorching hot, so I truly appreciate the endless supply of water and and iced soy lattes!   Also, a special thank you to a certain neighbor for dropping by some sunscreen to protect my fair skin from the evil sun.    I loved seeing everyone… good friends, neighbors, [...]

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The calm following the storm, the air is cool and inviting.  My red soles perched against the wrought iron of my chair and fingers, tips BLUE, interlaced over my bear chest in a last-stitch effort to protect my heart.  “I tuoi occhi… Sei bella.”  Blushing, I raise my glass, the seam torn, and meet his.  “Ching ching.”  His eyes are dark and shimmering [...]

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“…and the concrete felt like my sole,  glowin’, givin’ off heat…”
 

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