I have drunk deeply of the hateraid and now nothing touches my hard, calloused soul. There are those who maintain I never had one to start with.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Sand in the Gears - Archives
Tony Woodlief seems somehow able to capture exactly the sorts of things that I most love about being a parent. Today's reading is about zerbits, which he calls (for some reason) flurgles.
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