Frostina McScarferson, She Looks Fabulous Covered in Snow!

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The winner of the Name That Snowman contest is Hollie at All Things in Moddy! Congratulations Holly! We(my mom and I) thought your entry was perfect because it embodied the snow[wo]man's inner fashionista.

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BK said…
That's a cutie name!
11:27 PM
BK said…
Oh, and I finally got it to let me add your blog site to my list!!! Wahoo! :-)
11:29 PM
tam7777 said…
love the name
6:59 AM
Mrs. Realife said…
Hey! I thought I did respond to you about Google Analytics... Sorry!

Just curious how you knew I had it? Is there a place on my blog where you can see I've installed it?

Anyhow, I just gave my basic info and my web address and it gives me updates on a daily basis how many people click on my blog, page views, where they are from and how long they're on -- I love it!
1:15 PM
Tara Gibson said…
my favorite part of spring is the 70 degree weather.. if it would actually stick around here... oh and of course the clothes : )
3:39 PM
Anonymous said…
Thanks for stopping posting on my blog. My favorite part of spring is the beautiful blooming flowers. Colors everywhere!
9:55 PM
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