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For more Friday Funnies, join Kim at Homesteader's Heart! Have a great weekend, everyone!

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  1. Kim @ Homesteader's HeartMarch 12, 2010 at 6:09 AM

    Oh how can you not smile at a bunch of teddy bears Irish step dancing! LOL! TOOOOOO CUTE!
    Happy Friday my friend.
    Kim

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  2. Debbie PetrasMarch 12, 2010 at 6:25 AM

    How precious is that; the dancing teddy bears. Loved it Mary.

    Love you,
    Debbie

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  3. RCUBEsMarch 12, 2010 at 6:25 AM

    So cute...Smiling here, feeling warm :) Have a great weekend sister Mary and God bless and protect you and your family always.

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  4. DeniseMarch 12, 2010 at 8:11 AM

    Very cute, loved it.

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  5. LisaShawMarch 12, 2010 at 9:39 AM

    Aww, that was too cute!!! Thanks for sharing dear sister. Love you.

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  6. SophieMaeMarch 12, 2010 at 2:13 PM

    Oh, that was just TOO adorable! Thanks ever so for the grin and chuckle!

    Have a JESUS-filled day! ^i^

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  7. christy roseMarch 12, 2010 at 3:35 PM

    How cute! I loved that!

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  8. FliteraryMarch 12, 2010 at 7:44 PM

    Sooooo cute!!!

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  9. Pom PomMarch 12, 2010 at 8:41 PM

    So funny! I love your Friday Funnies.

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  10. Heart2HeartMarch 12, 2010 at 8:52 PM

    Teddy Bears doing their version of River Dance for St. Patricks day. Perfect!

    Love and Hugs ~ Kat

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  11. LorenMarch 12, 2010 at 10:34 PM

    that was just adorable! Just wanna squeeze those litl bears!

    Have a blessed weekend Mary!
    Love you

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