Apparently the vintage title isn't really limited to food around these parts. This container should probably be renamed 'Just Barely Wet Ones'.
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Overwhelmed with an overflowing pantry and freezer, jokes were made about having a vintage meat sale in place of a yard sale to help get rid of food.
The vintage meat sale never happened, but this blog was created and is almost as much fun!
The vintage meat sale never happened, but this blog was created and is almost as much fun!
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- Mmmmm Marinara
- More Cherry Madness?!?
- If I Only Had A Snoopy Sno Cone Machine
- Extreme Vintage - Finast Edition
- Shrimp Cocktail Anyone?
- I'm In Love!
- PSA
- Some of You May Have Eaten These Last Weekend....
- Oh Please No!
- Even the Cat Wants In
- Blueberries of Happiness
- But Wait, There's More!
- Vintage Holidays, The Easter Edition
- A Tale of Two Cheeses
- How does old spice paste taste?
- Vintage Seeds - The Experiment, Day 14
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- Cherries Galore
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3 comments:
Aren't those baby wipes? How old is Doug?
Almost 30, seriously! I'm sure someone has a 'logical' explanation for this....
I do have to say that I keep wet wipes in my car, in case I need them. Not for Talia, since she's a hippie baby and uses hand mixed diaper-wipe solution and cloth wipes. I usually need them to wipe of coffee spills, but one time I got peed on by a turtle (I was helping him/her cross the road) and was really glad I had bought the anti-bacterial kind by mistake!
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