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  <title>flea</title>
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  <updated>2010-10-28T16:04:03Z</updated>
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    <title>some sweet things</title>
    <published>2010-10-28T16:04:03Z</published>
    <updated>2010-10-28T16:04:03Z</updated>
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    <category term="mr. flea"/>
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    <content type="html">Last night it began to bucket down rain, and the kids begged to go outside and play in it.  So on went the knee-high rubber boots and waterproof raincoats, and out went the kids and mr. flea.  They returned 20 minutes later literally soaked to the skin - underpants and all, mr. flea poured water out of Casper's rain boots - but very happy.  They went around the block and unclogged two storm drains that were full of leaves and backing up puddles into the intersections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once towels, shower and bath, and pajamas had ensued, Dillo went to the fridge, got some grapes, and called out, "Who wants to watch a Nature show and eat grapes, raise your hand!"  Who could say no?  Well, me, at least until Casper finished her homework, but then we watched a show about wolves which they had all watched the previous night.  Dillo was very emphatic that the main wolf died of a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less sweet news, mr. flea has strep throat.  He woke up out of a sound sleep at 5:30 to announce, "I'm going to the doctor!"  He had strep ALL THE TIME as a kid, and his ability to call it when he gets it now is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=flea&amp;ditemid=519459" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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