we're like cats fighting to the sound of a can opener. My bedroom behavior is never more than checkmarks on bedposts and he's got a big big mess on his hands.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
holy frankincense and myrrh
i ate way too many pierogi at my Polish Christmas eve and i'm cramping like my dead cat's arthritis, i swear my intestines are going to burst and potatoes & dough will be everywhere..
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