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Courtney,

I want you to know that I've been keeping up with your blog, but this Windows Live phenomenon is new and mysterious, and more importantly—I can't access it from work. Which is why I haven't commented in about seven years. You continue to have the cutest kid, the most impressive dance card, the busiest schedule, and the greatest album of camera-at-arm's-length self portraits of all the people I know.

Cheers,
Dave

P.S. Spaces is the devil.
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Anonymous said…
Wow.

Feel the love.

Or....

You sure piss off a lot of people, you bearded jerk.

;)

J

PS: My word verification sounded like a Rayden sound effect: bzborbtp
9:53 am
Anonymous said…
Awww, Dave - I love you! A shout-out all the way from Canada - I feel so special!!

I know that Spaces is the devil. And I keep thinking that I should switch, but it's such a hassle to move everything over. And it isn't as if I have NOTHING ELSE to do these days.

Thanks for continuing to read, even if you can't comment. I hope the entertainment value is still worth the effort!
7:07 pm
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