Monday, December 5, 2011

Who is Mrs. Fuzzle?

What's a fuzzle? Beats me!


Apparently I talked in my sleep a few weeks ago. According to my husband this is what I said,


"I hope the Big fuzzles do their job and I hope the little fuzzles grow into Big fuzzles!"


My Mr. then asked me what a fuzzle was and I just patted his arm. I recalled all of this when he told me and I remember patting his arm reassuringly and I was about to explain but I fell back asleep. My family laughed a lot about our fuzzle story. My oldest thought it was great and kept quoting me all week.

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