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	<title>Comments on: Reminiscing</title>
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		<title>By: Sarcastic Mom (aka Lotus)</title>
		<link>http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2007/11/19/reminiscing/#comment-7245</link>
		<dc:creator>Sarcastic Mom (aka Lotus)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 07:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You said it, sister.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And just hold on a little longer!  Soon you can bathe yourself in the internety-goodness once more! ;-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You said it, sister.</p>
<p>And just hold on a little longer!  Soon you can bathe yourself in the internety-goodness once more! <img src='http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';-)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: justmylife</title>
		<link>http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2007/11/19/reminiscing/#comment-7223</link>
		<dc:creator>justmylife</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember those days from me and my honey, now we are lucky to get 3 minutes to ourselves and then we catch up on our day not just be together.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember those days from me and my honey, now we are lucky to get 3 minutes to ourselves and then we catch up on our day not just be together.</p>
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		<title>By: jenica</title>
		<link>http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2007/11/19/reminiscing/#comment-7205</link>
		<dc:creator>jenica</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 07:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>the hubs lured me into marriage with pedicures!  yep, those stopped as soon as we said I do!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the hubs lured me into marriage with pedicures!  yep, those stopped as soon as we said I do!</p>
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		<title>By: andi</title>
		<link>http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2007/11/19/reminiscing/#comment-7199</link>
		<dc:creator>andi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 05:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Remember when you actually romanticized the thought of having kids?  I do.  Funny how things change.  I still wouldn't trade this life for my old one though (although a few hawt e-mails would be nice every once in awhile).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Remember when you actually romanticized the thought of having kids?  I do.  Funny how things change.  I still wouldn&#8217;t trade this life for my old one though (although a few hawt e-mails would be nice every once in awhile).</p>
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		<title>By: Mrs. Fussy Fussypants</title>
		<link>http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2007/11/19/reminiscing/#comment-7198</link>
		<dc:creator>Mrs. Fussy Fussypants</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 03:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Not interacting with people face-to-face. Come back home!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not interacting with people face-to-face. Come back home!</p>
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		<title>By: Cecily R</title>
		<link>http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2007/11/19/reminiscing/#comment-7197</link>
		<dc:creator>Cecily R</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I dimly remember those days. Never worrying about being caught. Sleeping in. Eating somewhere that doesn't have kids' meals as their main customer draw. Watching MY shows without shining in my ears. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You're right. That life is over rated. Bring on the chicken nuggets and cartoons!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I dimly remember those days. Never worrying about being caught. Sleeping in. Eating somewhere that doesn&#8217;t have kids&#8217; meals as their main customer draw. Watching MY shows without shining in my ears. </p>
<p>You&#8217;re right. That life is over rated. Bring on the chicken nuggets and cartoons!</p>
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		<title>By: skiplovey</title>
		<link>http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2007/11/19/reminiscing/#comment-7196</link>
		<dc:creator>skiplovey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Haaa! My husband does this all the time... "remember when we used to sleep in?". Grrr. Funny. Sweet. So true.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Haaa! My husband does this all the time&#8230; &#8220;remember when we used to sleep in?&#8221;. Grrr. Funny. Sweet. So true.</p>
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		<title>By: Christina</title>
		<link>http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2007/11/19/reminiscing/#comment-7195</link>
		<dc:creator>Christina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ah yes, I remember days like those. When your schedule wasn't dictated by a small, screaming being, subject to change at a moment's notice.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah yes, I remember days like those. When your schedule wasn&#8217;t dictated by a small, screaming being, subject to change at a moment&#8217;s notice.</p>
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		<title>By: Worker Mommy</title>
		<link>http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2007/11/19/reminiscing/#comment-7194</link>
		<dc:creator>Worker Mommy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I'm pretty sure I've had this exact same conversation with my hubby .</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m pretty sure I&#8217;ve had this exact same conversation with my hubby .</p>
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		<title>By: BOSSY</title>
		<link>http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2007/11/19/reminiscing/#comment-7193</link>
		<dc:creator>BOSSY</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When Bossy and her husband were courting they didn't have email. Just stone tablets and flint.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When Bossy and her husband were courting they didn&#8217;t have email. Just stone tablets and flint.</p>
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