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I got nothin'

*crickets chirping* 

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  1. hehehehe ... at least they probably (hopefully) smell better than my 17 year son ... *wink* :)

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  2. Hehehe. I bet that my daughters attitude doesn't smell any better ;)

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  3. Crickets chirping is a sound I love, even if it means summer is leaving. Have a good one!

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  4. Good luck. I seem to remember that if you can survive it without killing each other it does get better. Eventually.

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    1. PS: And my memories are from the difficult daughter's perspective.

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  5. Haha...yes...conjures up many "happy" memories!!! lol

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