Thursday, September 03, 2009

Shake, Shake. Shake Your Eggs

After we picked up Grandma Burt from the airport and arrived back at the homestead, Mommy pawned me off and sped off to Princeton for a business dinner. She got there a bit early and was suckered by her guilt and bought me some presents.

It was totally worth it. Shaker eggs and maracas. They were the best breakfast present. Keep the presents rolling, Mommy. Shake, shake. Shake, shake. Shake, shake.

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