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Are you part of the problem or part of the solution?

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Rebecca said…
I'm definatly part of the problem! ;)
January 31, 2010 at 3:10 PM
The CHAFFIN'S said…
HA HAaaa I am for sure the problem...but I guess I can be a solution to some :) ok the best of both worlds! GUESS WHAT.... we are now in Saratoga Springs :) We are loving it we should get together sometime. Give us a call our home number is 801-341-8429 or on my cell 801-815-7596. I want to compile a family directory with everyone's phone numbers and addresses since I don't have any other than my sister & Dad's info... HA HA Love ya tons hope to hear from ya :)
February 1, 2010 at 10:21 AM
Andrea - said…
Part of? I think I AM the problem! LOL
February 3, 2010 at 7:02 PM
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