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Photo GalleryPhotos from home circa 2003. Yes, we do occasionally (in between school, work, homework, Girl Scouts, choir, church, outside consulting work, and when given time by the bizarre SC weather) get an opportunity to clean up. 30 bags later, we are now only the barest yard (i.e. devoid of growing grass) in the neighborhood, instead of one of the shabbier looking ones. The tree out front has dumped an incredible amount of crap on the ground, and I'm not affectionately calling it "The Diarrhea Tree". Princess believes she belongs outside, and guards the porch for us whenever we let her.
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