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Chaotic normalness... Well the schene at my house is chaotic again. I wandering around singing to the radio at the top of my lungs. Kyle and his dad have just arrived. Shadow is running around insanely in circles around the house, nearly killing anyone who dares to brave her path. Caroline is hyperly bouncing up and down everywhere� almost flipping a chair over and her leftover baby bottle pop is scattered all over the sofa. Timmy is running around finding pillows to throw at me to make me stop singing while Kyle is weaving in and out of everyone muching on some slim jims. My uncle Jim dumps a plastic bag onto the kitchen table revealing about 12 disposable cameras, half for him half for my mom. You just gotta luv my family.
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