tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post1542275861135365559..comments2012-01-13T08:45:02.054-05:00Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-15773882582014287602011-12-02T12:35:00.754-05:002011-12-02T12:35:00.754-05:00

Oh, Mabel. I am thankful for you. Off to buy you a winter coat. Buster, you are no lizard.

Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15420077330487608933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-59098728636920534542011-12-02T11:16:58.732-05:002011-12-02T11:16:58.732-05:00

Mabel is so funny. I wish I could write good like her. Maybe she thinks I'm tasty like a leezerd.

Busternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-71487781682257859012011-12-01T22:04:22.922-05:002011-12-01T22:04:22.922-05:00

I would celebrate Mabelness Day. And look at her sitting like a little person on the bed! Hearts!

Casey@Good. Food. Stories.http://www.goodfoodstories.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-36131583243634945242011-12-01T09:36:33.744-05:002011-12-01T09:36:33.744-05:00

There must be a special holiday for Mabel? Mabelness Day. We can send lamb lung snacks and squeekie lizard toys wrapped in newspapers (just in case). An old tennis ball is in the mail,<br />Miss you, Tilly

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