Husband: (from floor) I can't get up.
Ever More Pregnant Wife: (from bed) Welcome to my world.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
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But you're caught in your own glory. You are believing your own stories. Timing your contractions. Inventing small contraptions That roll across your polished hardwood floors. ~cake "open book" lyric
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