Monday, January 18, 2010

Passing the feather duster.

Life is rough. Blah. Blah. Blah. My mother is the Hygiene Hunter. So. I sent my children to San Francisco as Hygiene Hunter Correspondents to see if they share my genetic disorder to the same degree. Yes, I did catch my son eating a sliced tomato that fell on the kitchen floor. Admittedly, I am to blame for his false sense of security. Over to you Alexa and Zachary for this upcoming week.

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