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few posts back, I talked about the woe I felt over not being able to have another baby. Instead of just clucking her tongue, a friend of mine,
Holly, did this...
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All the way from Hawaii, a package was delivered to my doorstep. I opened it to see this.
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Then I unzipped it... ooo... suspense...
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Ta da!
![](//3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a32mAwsnms/Suj42vuOBLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/vye2urNBHgY/s400/pouch+of+doom.JPG)
Kid, that little thing spells your doom. Doom, I say! Bring on the baby sister!
BTW, Holly will be selling these pouches in her etsy shop as soon as she gets a move on and OPENS IT! (Not that I'm being anything but lovingly encouraging, eh?)
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