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The Pot Called the Kettle Black

OMG. What a hypocritical turdhead I am. Thank you ever so kindly for pointing out that I, in fact, require captcha in order to post on my blog. I had absolutely NO idea!!! I could have sworn I clinked emphatically on the "hell no" option when asked if I wanted to make my poor, sweet readers enter mumbo jumbo in order to leave me a comment on my crappy blog!!! I have done what I think I needed to do to remove that from being a problem. Can someone let me know if it worked?!?

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  1. SarahMarch 5, 2013 at 4:25 PM

    I'm going to see for you :D

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  2. shalynMarch 5, 2013 at 5:21 PM

    I will try it out with one of my confessions for your real parenting post: I occasionally try to take a nice relaxing bath and turn the jets on to mask the cries of my dear sweet children so I can be ALONE

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  3. basebell6March 5, 2013 at 6:49 PM

    i had mine turned off and turned it back on because junk comments were filling my inbox!

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  4. Mrs. D'AmicoMarch 5, 2013 at 8:00 PM

    you crack me up. You're smarter than me, I didn't know you could turn it off and had an option.

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  5. SarahMarch 5, 2013 at 9:33 PM

    I fed my daughter half a cheeto the other day. See? I'm still in confession mode. :) Can you let me know (whenever I write a blog post again) if you have to enter ridiculous codes to mine? I thought I disabled mine too.

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  6. ElizabethMarch 7, 2013 at 4:42 PM

    Ha! You are so funny. I have been considering putting it on my blog because the spam comments are SO bad right now. It's so annoying to think you have a legitimate comment only to find it's spam. Ugh- never used to happen before!

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