I’m sick.
So cold.
How can I be this tired?
Why are the babies so cranky?
“What’s the matter with you, woman?” they hiss. “Get your shit together.”
“Meeeeeeh,” I reply and look at the clock. It’s only noon.
Why do they keep fighting over the giant spoon?
on Mar 14th, 2008 at 10:09 am
Your children should not use such language with you, particularly when you are feeling shitty. Lune, lune, get well soon.
on Mar 14th, 2008 at 10:12 am
Thank you for your kind words. I will wash out the babies’ mouths as soon as I can find some soap.
on Mar 14th, 2008 at 4:38 pm
Ship them to Richmond. I will keep those babies drunk on PBR until you are feeling better.