....begins with a nap.
Pretty much ends there too.
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4 comments:
I wholeheartedly agree. I always live for the quiet in the house around nap time. It so peaceful. Then it over and it is back to screaming, running, and over all chaos till bedtime.
What road are you on...I must have taken the wrong turnoff.
Yah, where I am I don't see a road, well I see a yellow brick thing that looks like a road, kinda...but no yellow sofa...
And there's this guy, but he's looking a little rough around the edges, and he squeaks when he walks...
I asked for directions to the Road to Happiness and like, no one know anything about it...and I think nap is a foreign word here in this land, I think they call it Oz...or Schnoz, or something like that!
Gotta go...some weird flying things are coming...
Jackie, we have a lot in common.
Kevin
Jenny,
I have heard people nap more conventionally in New Zealand.
Kevin
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