Today someone asked me if Abby was my baby. I know we don't look exactly alike, but come on?! Is it so bad that I might be the nanny? Since it is the Monday before my 32nd birthday, I am choosing to believe that this observant woman was really saying, there's no way a girl that young and in such great shape could have a baby! Right? The lighting at the Met Market checkout stand must perfectly hide gray hair and fine lines. Who knew?
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Yeah, I'd take that one as a compliment :-)
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