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This crib: she is assembled. It only took us about an hour and a half, there was no cursing, and we didn't break anything. Yes, we had beer, but it was victory beer.
You may have noticed that we've covered the matress with the kind of blanket only a crazy old cat lady would own. Let me be clear that this is not some kind of theme for the room. The blanket is simply there for the inevitable moment when Gunther decides the crib would be a good place for him to have a snooze. This does not explain, however, why we have that blanket in the first place. The answer to that question is simple: I am a crazy old cat lady.

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Lorna said…
I'm also a crazyf old cat lady, but so far, I've resisted buying the blanket that confirms it.
Anonymous said…
The blanket was a Christmas gift to Dave from my Mom - a gag gift (we hope).
Anonymous said…
...because he gagged when he opened it?

(Sorry, IT WAS RIGHT THERE!)

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Sounds like a sister store for Huckabees.

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