Saturdays are for sleeping in and throwing away to-do lists.

Isn't my crawling baby cute? I love that things are novel for him. Even laundry baskets.

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What I want most for you, at this moment, with my dimply albino thighs sticking to the green vinyl on the chair that cost me a quarter, is for you to laugh.

That's it.

Go guttural. Even if you don't think I'm funny, maybe you can call up a friend & she'll get you goin'.