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the cure for a bad day

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I had a flat tire this morning...cars zipping by at 70 MPH while I looked all sad and pathetic until MattMatt came to change it.  (Yes, empowered women of the world, I *know* I should know how to change it...but my Dad is super-duper with cars, so I never had to...)  I was late for my first appointment, expecting to meet an irate Mom.  Instead, Trish was waiting for me.  And Mr. Reese, all 7.5 months of him, made me giggle non-stop. 

Next time you have a flat tire, I recommend giggling with an outrageously cute baby for an hour or so.  It really does make things better. 

piontekblog1.jpgFor the photogs: processed with Totally Rad Actions 2: The Revenge.  Buy 'em, already.

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