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I know Facebook keeps track of web searches and "listens" in on conversations, but I'm wondering if there is also some kind of video surveillance?  I mean, one weekend of gorging on Muddy Buddies and suddenly my feed is full of plus-size advertisements.  Good-ness!  It was one indiscretion!  That's a lie, actually.  There have been many such indiscretions in the last few week...thirty-some-odd years.  Whatever. 

In other news, the girls are biting each other now.  So that's fun.  Face biting.  Carter is at a disadvantage with a snaggletooth, but she has more weight to throw around.  Apparently, we are raising cage fighters.  Something to do with keeping them in baby prison most of the day, I don't know.  It seemed like a good idea to fence them in, but now I'm wondering.  

As I continue sharing far too much information, one of our kids has been having issues with sneaky toots.  The toots aren't sneaky so much, but they bring unexpected baggage with them.  If you know what I mean.  Anyone else's "kids" dealing with this?  We are working on solutions.  Actually, don't tell me if you...they are.  It's personal.  My kids are going to kill me when they're older.  I'm fully aware.  

Okay, I'd better just sign off before I get myself into too much trouble.  The problem is, I don't want to do dishes, and it's the only thing left on my list tonight.  So many dishes.  I'm about to assign everyone one bowl and one spork and call it a day.  Genius!  I've got to go order myself some sporks.  ARE YOU READING THIS FACEBOOK??? SHOW ME SOME SPORKS!  

I'll let you all know how that goes. 

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