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	<title>Join Me in Snarkville</title>
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	<description>Near daily explorations of Irony, Satire, and Motherhood.</description>
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		<title>Let go of my Eggo.</title>
		<description>You know there are times when the world around you seems way too full of things to do, things to get done, and places that require your presence?  Well, I'm in one of those places.  You wouldn't know by the fact that I only have a desire to sit in ...</description>
		<link>http://insnarkville.com/2008/06/26/let-go-of-my-eggo/</link>
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		<title>Camp - Week Two</title>
		<description>Week one of Summer Camp was AMAZING.  I want to put summer camp in my pocket and take it home with me and keep it with me always.

Duke loved playing with new friends, he loved getting away from his mother for a few hours a day, and he got to ...</description>
		<link>http://insnarkville.com/2008/06/23/camp-week-two/</link>
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		<title>I hate the beach too, why do you ask?</title>
		<description>Ok, so of the many reasons I was looking forward to the end of preschool for Duke was that I was hoping to separate him from the single worst, most horrible, icky thing at his school....

The sandbox.

Oh, how I loathe that thing.  First, I live with four (yes, FOUR) cats.  ...</description>
		<link>http://insnarkville.com/2008/06/18/i-hate-the-beach-too-why-do-you-ask/</link>
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		<title>Joys of Summer Camp</title>
		<description>Before I begin, I have to tell you that as a kid I loved from the deepest parts of my heart summer camp.  Yes, sleep away summer camp and day camp alike.  I loved it all.  I loved it with the swimming in the middle of the day, the odd ...</description>
		<link>http://insnarkville.com/2008/06/16/joys-of-summer-camp/</link>
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		<title>What is worse&#8230;</title>
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	That I dropped a chocolate cake out of the fridge that Duke and I had made earlier in the week.
	On the FLOOR. (it had two kind of frosting, only two LITTLE pieces ever cut out of it, and it sort of exploded in a mushroom cloud of cake/frosting/shame)
	I considered having ...</description>
		<link>http://insnarkville.com/2008/06/13/what-is-worse/</link>
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