While we were Indiana Aunt Judy dubbed Libby "Clyde" because she was being a pill. So, all weekend long we called her by that name. Well, I hadn't thought about it much until today (she's been a booger all day, not bad, just a booger) when I asked her if she could just listen to what I was saying. She responded with, "No, I'm Clyde." Now, how can you get aggrivated with that? 
Friday, May 30, 2008
Alter Ego
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