Remember those days? When the greatest thing in your world was taking a bubble bath and making beards and crazy hair-dos with the bubbles. For Tara, it’s just beginning 
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Lauren on Time…
(hanging head in shame) This year I completely abandoned any organizational system for bills, receipts and papers. When tax time ...Peggy on Quisp. In my house.
HA! That is hilarious!Brad on Time…
In classic Dad fashion, I keep all my pay stubs and receipts for each year in a shoe box. ...Peggy on Time…
AHHHHHH!!!!! You said the 't' word.Kristi on Time…
Oh, that's painful. We mailed in our quarterly estimates last week. That hurt, too.
That girl needs a rubber ducky!
Tiny bubbles . . . . . . . make me happy
Tiny bubbles . . . . . . . make me feel fine!
(oops … wrong bubbles)
Palmolive? In the bathtub? Is this another spelling error?
Yea…we always used Palmolive. I think Mom was afraid of having greasy-looking kids!
Do you remember any dishes in there with you that maybe your mother told you were toys? You know, killing 2 birds with one stone.
Maybe she watched to many “Madge” commercials … “You’re soaking in it now.” I’m sure she just wanted you to be soft ’cause Palmolive “softens hands while you do dishes.”
But are we SURE all those bubbles are legitimate suds bubbles? I’m thinking that look on her face is saying, “Oops, I just felt a rumble!”