February 23, 2005
promises, promises
Stories I promise to tell in the next few days:
- the adventures of Saturday, including the big baby blow-out, the disappearing suit and the Goodwill cassette tape score
- commentary on my continued knitting obsession
- Blake's new words and his fluctuating attachment to me
- excuses about why I haven't been writing (the three main reasons rhyme with murk, tic and sitting)
- the foolish anecdote of poor Burt, the centi-baby.
Now. So. Tired.
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