one brick shy (ish): I *hate* reggae, but SH insists on playing it. The evidence of this is in the fact that every time I tell WT to get up, she tells me to “stand up, stand up for your rights.” So as much as I hate this song, it akes me giggle and makes WT hop and yrll for daddy. A-dorable.

Friday, March 6, 2009

I hate reggae, but SH insists on playing it. The evidence of this is in the fact that every time I tell WT to get up, she tells me to “stand up, stand up for your rights.” So as much as I hate this song, it akes me giggle and makes WT hop and yrll for daddy. A-dorable.

I *hate* reggae, but SH insists on playing it. The evidence of this is in the fact that every time I tell WT to get up, she tells me to “stand up, stand up for your rights.” So as much as I hate this song, it akes me giggle and makes WT hop and yrll for daddy. A-dorable.

Friday, March 6, 2009

I *hate* reggae, but SH insists on playing it. The evidence of this is in the fact that every time I tell WT to get up, she tells me to “stand up, stand up for your rights.” So as much as I hate this song, it akes me giggle and makes WT hop and yrll for daddy. A-dorable.

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I hate reggae, but SH insists on playing it. The evidence of this is in the fact that every time I tell WT to get up, she tells me to “stand up, stand up for your rights.” So as much as I hate this song, it akes me giggle and makes WT hop and yrll for daddy. A-dorable.