Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Maman, where are you?
I wake up in the morning to these words. Frequently, I'm hiding under the covers, in the shower, and occassionally in the broom closet. Such is life in this clownish house. Check your shoes for dinosaurs. Check your lunch box for migratory cows. Chech your pockets, you'll never know what you find.
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Oh my gosh, I used to live in the same kind of house when there was the "pitter, patter" of small feet. Enjoy it while it lasts, it won't last long
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