Coming down the pipe.......

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Dear Friends,

I apologize for not keeping up with these posts. My tardiness is however a result of something wonderful (I hope!)... I have been writing a book. You know, in between potty training, soccer mom chaos,  work and sleeping, oh how I love sleeping, I have been focusing on the novel that I have been trying to complete for years. 

I will look to write a post by the end of the summer for sure!

xoxoxoxo,
Nikki

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