Well, isn't this appropriate?

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So, my mama got me a book for my birthday, even though it (my birthday) isn't until the very last day of this month, just so you know and will remember me on my special day. Not like last year when you forgot. Yes, all of you. But I'm OK. Don't worry about me. Because I have my new vampire book and I feel bloodlust right now.
So, you know how there's peanut butter?
And vampires?
Me too.

Bloodlust: ( blud-lus-t) noun
a desire for bloodshed

Bloodshed: (blud-sh-ed) noun
Nothing to do with peanut butter, but you know how there used to be Skippy Sqeeze-its?

How come they never made Peanut Butter and Jelly squeezes? Just curious. Ooooooh. Even better would be honey and peanut butter. One time, I'll have to tell you about the Honeyman. My kids are scared to death.

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Danielle said…
Um..you know how there's nutella? I'll have to bring some somewhere where you are one time so that you can try it because I think it's yummy. I wonder if there's a nutella-man or nutella-woman? Now THAT would be scary. Almost as scary as you getting rubbed all over Martha Stewart.
August 11, 2008 at 2:49 PM
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