In the 60 seconds that I was outside of my house today, a bird pooped in my hair...while I was cleaning bird poop off our grill.
I just thought you should know.
Friday, March 12, 2010
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My parents always called Knoxville home, so I grew up thinking Knoxville was kind of my home too. I also grew up thinking everyone used Styrofoam plates for dinner every night. I thought the word stupid was a bad word in everyone's house. I was pretty sure most people had brothers to build blanket tents with. I thought everyone had a Mom who sang a lullaby each night and a Dad who came home early from work to play football in the backyard. I'm finally seeing how blessed I truly am.
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