Who Needs Pens?
31st
May
2007
“Okay, so I had this dream? Where I had to write an essay? And all I had to write on were the backs of bookmarks. And all I had to write with was a piece of chicken covered in barbecue sauce.”
These were the words with which my beautiful wife woke me this morning. Pregnancy is so weird.
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