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Brian Miller said…
haha...hopefully washed...smiles...cute pic
February 7, 2012 at 1:38 PM
Dee said…
LOL! Whatever works! ;)
February 7, 2012 at 2:46 PM
The Blonde Duck said…
Feet freak me out. I couldn't do that.
February 8, 2012 at 5:05 AM
Bliss said…
I like that nail polish color
February 8, 2012 at 8:52 AM
Liz Mays said…
LOL! That's too cute! (And I like your polish color also.)
February 8, 2012 at 9:55 AM
TLF said…
someone's rockin awesome blue polish.. love.
February 8, 2012 at 1:46 PM
Alexis AKA MOM said…
That is called making the best of a situation!

p.s. I'm loving the blue nail polish. I always want to do a fun color then I hear my mothers voice about proper ... lol I know I know
February 8, 2012 at 2:03 PM
Queenie Jeannie said…
Such a sweetheart! Shane used to do something similar....just needed to be near me. Boys need their Moms!!!
February 8, 2012 at 9:42 PM
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