Sunday, January 20, 2008

I type this with one hand because my granddaughter is snoring on my chest. She's got a load in her diaper but it doesn't smell too bad. The football game is on and the dusk has made the living room dark.

I can picture this in my head now.
And even faintly smell the load...
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