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	<title>Comments on: Limitations &#8211; we all got &#8216;em</title>
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		<title>By: Nancy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nancy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 03:04:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love that your nephew has shoulder length hair and that your neice is bald.

Still wondering what cruel twist of the human genome lead to my SON getting the long, full, dark eyelashes and my daughter getting the invisible ones!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love that your nephew has shoulder length hair and that your neice is bald.</p>
<p>Still wondering what cruel twist of the human genome lead to my SON getting the long, full, dark eyelashes and my daughter getting the invisible ones!</p>
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		<title>By: Rebekah</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rebekah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 11:37:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember spending evenings at our friends&#039; house when their son, our godson, was an infant and had colic and bouts of crying and sadness because he didn&#039;t feel well.  The utter gratefulness we felt in driving away from their house at 10 or 11 at night, knowing he was winding up for a fitful night and all we had to do was go home and let the dogs out!  I sure felt for his parents because they were exhausted and had a loooong night ahead of them, but I was too happy to go home to my canine-filled house.   And if they gave me any lip?  Crate city, baby.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember spending evenings at our friends&#8217; house when their son, our godson, was an infant and had colic and bouts of crying and sadness because he didn&#8217;t feel well.  The utter gratefulness we felt in driving away from their house at 10 or 11 at night, knowing he was winding up for a fitful night and all we had to do was go home and let the dogs out!  I sure felt for his parents because they were exhausted and had a loooong night ahead of them, but I was too happy to go home to my canine-filled house.   And if they gave me any lip?  Crate city, baby.</p>
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