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{January 3, 2014}   My Top 12 Posts of 2014 – Not necessarily what I expected

Today, we’re taking a look at the top 12 most popular posts of 2013. Partly because I find it interesting. But mostly because it’s a writing prompt by my friend, MamaKat. So here they are, in no particular order, for your enjoyment.

For your convenience, there are tissues … barf bags … and rotten tomatoes located in the boxes under your seats. You be the judge.

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Ten Things That Are Now 50 Years Old

The Day I Saw The Conjuring (aka The Day I Nearly Peed My Pants in Chicago)

Congratulations to My Son on His Graduation Day

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Seriously, that boy’s going to be a Nobel Peace Prize winner, a gold medalist AND President of the United States one day.

A Letter to Hamilton Beach … Toaster Department, Please

Happy Labor Day from ODNT

Goodbye, 3850 Red Cypress Drive. And Thank You.

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Oh, but if these walls could talk …  my brother and I would’ve gotten into WAY more trouble back in the ’80s.

The Day Things Got Hairy at Disney World

What do I have to do to get you into a pair of #MonsterInspiration headphones today?

Letter #3 to Hamilton Beach (I’m a lover, not a fighter)

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Thanks to Hamilton Beach, I am now a wanted felon in the small appliance community.

With Hamsters like Herve, Who Needs Coffee?

Make Money, Not War … with gapNsnap!

One day, somebody’s gonna find that missing body part in my hallway

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Because when you accidentally circumcise your toe, nothing goes down better than Chick-Fil-A.

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Tomatoes. I KNEW it would be the tomatoes. (sigh)

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gene3067 says:

It’s not tomatoes, it’s ketchup for the fries!



Mel says:

I can’t wait to vote for D. Then, when I’m standing in line, I can be all like, “I KNOW HIM! I KNOW HIM!” :)

I can’t say I’m surprised that the Conjuring made it on there. A memory I will never forget. SO glad our husbands didn’t mess with our fragile states after…sigh.



Weasels. (That’s the word I’m using for them here … publicly.)



Mel says:

You’re a better wife than me. Sometimes I just kick him randomly and say, “You know what you did.”



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