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Same video, no?
Posted by: Ken Houghton | Friday, June 22, 2007 at 12:34 AM
Not anymore, Ken. In fact, neither one is the same video that they were last night.
Posted by: Lance Mannion | Friday, June 22, 2007 at 08:55 AM
dang. Now I have to wait until I get home to find out what they are.
The suspense is interesting--and in sharp contrast the the moments between 10:00 and 11:00 last night that were not spent putting the three-year-old to bed.
Posted by: ken Houghton | Friday, June 22, 2007 at 09:10 AM