Every time Moira goes potty, and I ask her if she wiped (because she forgets) I get this LOOK, and she says "Don't talk to me."
Is it friday yet? Altho that's a double edged sword - fridays sort of mean I get J home more, but it also means it is that much closer to when we've got to be moved out.
I'm going to finish my champagne. Night, all.
mostly pointless meanderings
Monday, November 27, 2006
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- Yay for Depo!
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