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Okay I am blogging.   This is better than jogging.  I can only do one thing with ogging.  Blogging is like jogging though because once you start, you kind of have to follow through. And that's the end of that glamorous story.

I started a DIFFERENT blog.  So DO NOT TELL my old blog I have a new blog.  Jeez, why are you always trying to start trouble?

Let's see.  Where did we leave off?  Helen is a tween.  For reals.  Ted still punches anything that aggravates him and then steps over the body.  Eleanor is a mini-Nancy with Karl feet.  I was seriously looking at her feet the other day and I was like yo, you have a fifty-five year old man's feet on your...feet.  Or whatever.  Genetics be cray cray.  I mean really.   You can actually have someone's NOSE.  What is that all about.  So its like cloning but they mix up the pieces to be two people and then they throw in an aunt or uncle or something to really mess you up.  Like where did this forehead come from?  Oh, it's Aunt Linda's.  And where'd she'd get that from?  I'm gonna stroke out.

This blog will essentially be about nothing, but hopefully it will make you laugh.  Please comment as sometimes I feel I am writing to the air and nobody is listening (insert violins here).

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