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So, apparently I make hi-la-rious faces when squeegeeing the windows.  Unbeknownst to me (since the reflection kept me from seeing in the house and since I was clearly involved in a very sensitive operation), all the while I was cleaning the windows my daughter was inside laughing her butt off and documenting my struggle for posterity.  She got about 20 pictures of me in varying stages of squeegee distress.  (Seriously, what’s with the neck scrunching?).  When I came inside she showed me and we had a good, long laugh over them.

Happy Mother’s Day to me!  Kids: the best technique for staying humble.  Feast your eyes upon my silliness.

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