13 December 2007
Seven Sings
She walks around the house singing. She's the happiest child I have ever known (not that she doesn't have her, ahem, other moments). Tonight, she's cradling her little dalmation beany baby doggie; it's swaddled in a blue and white checked napkin. Apparently, Doggie (all her stuffed dogs--and they are legion--are named "Doggie") is about to be put to bed. So Seven sings:
Rocka my baby,
Inna teacup...
Inna teacup...
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Hey Doc,
Welllll I was ALMOST back. I'm gonna be back now. Swear. Any minute now. First I'm going to have to get rid of that dust bunny that's now tall enough to block the light coming in at the window....and maybe find another roll of toilet paper (I think my neighbors leave their back door unlocked and I bet I can scale that wall.....).... and, uh, THEN, yes, "I'll be behk."
--M. M!
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Welllll I was ALMOST back. I'm gonna be back now. Swear. Any minute now. First I'm going to have to get rid of that dust bunny that's now tall enough to block the light coming in at the window....and maybe find another roll of toilet paper (I think my neighbors leave their back door unlocked and I bet I can scale that wall.....).... and, uh, THEN, yes, "I'll be behk."
--M. M!
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