| Thought this was really funny for some reason. A reader had this question to an open-submission advice column: "My first name is Taylor and I just got engaged to a man whose last name is Taylor. Am I overreacting to potentially being Taylor Taylor?" |
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| I think everyone's parents have their ways of showing that no matter how old we get, we are still their little boy/girl. In the morning when I pick up my money clip that I left on the kitchen counter the night before, I'll find extra crisply folded $20 bills "secretly" slipped in by my mom. I think my mom still can't grasp the concept of ATM's or the fact that I actually make enough money now to buy my own lunch. Then there is my dad. I'll go to the garage and find my dress shoes newly shined. He won't actually shine them himself for me, but he sure will take my shoes to the country club and get them shined. I guess it's their way of always remaining mom and dad. |
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| When I hear about baby toys being lead-contiminated, I could only imagine what could be in dog toys. Ohhh, and apparently Elva does not like Emiko whatsoever (no joke). The eyes says it all: 
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