i wake up early some mornings to the pitter-patter of little footsteps. i roll over and gently caress my wife's naked shoulder and whisper in her ear that we need to buy more mouse traps.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
happliy ever after, or at least until....
"i love you bunches," she said. "i'm going away for awhile," he replied somberly, while packing several lunches.
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