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September 28, 2007

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kathryn

hahaha
i love cookies.
good job.

Valency

OH that was a cute story! Good good goood one...

We've lived in enough military housing - I'm surprised that has never happened to me. But don't get me started on the first couple of times I tried to bake or even wash laundry when we lived in England...

Ashlie

I couldn't figure out how to turn on my food processor today. Apparently you have to put the lid on. Who knew?

Am retarded. Will now go hang head in shame.

Jennifer

After the first burnt batch, it'd have been homemade cookie dough ice cream time for me. Sans the ice cream.

Nicole

HEHE!
I like it.
Atleast they were pre-maid so you didn't have to worry about forgetting to put the oil in and then remembering later and putting it into a cake that was half-baked!

Ahh I ♥ you!

Nicole

oh oh and you make that cute lil heart by typing in this code with no spaces though.

& hearts ;

yay!

elysa

ooohh poor sad cookies!

so I promise I'm not crazy will all these comments I am just a little behind on my feedreader :D

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