Sometimes I wish I was a celebrity

Most because then the paparazzi would have taken a sweet picture of me getting my brows threaded at the mall with Harmon strapped into an umbrella stroller eating ritz crackers (and complaining) while Sammy squirmed around (and complained) trying to escape from my lap.  It would have been awesome.

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