Here and there I've managed to be useful; inspired some hilarity; elicited a few screaming orgasms and screamed a few too.
As Dr. T once said, "We do the best we can."
Art! Here's Phoebe's schnoz and sans her wig. We're making ourselves comfortable here.
The coyotes are excited. It's a grand place.
Not sure I want to look too close at my life-accomplishments. Don't want to destroy my self-delusions!
ReplyDeleteI was born 8 months to the day after my parent's wedding. And I wasn't a premi. Something that wasn't talked about in our house until I was in my late teens.
Well, at least *that's* changed. My first spouse had her daughter while separating from her husband and her best friend didn't marry until years after her son was born. As far as I know, none of us ever thought much about it.
DeleteYes, I agree. Just a quick glance...a brief synopsis. An "overview" as it were.
Once a year's no biggee.
Phoebe's nice but cold-blooder, hot in the heat and chilly in the cold. Please ride a mammal and share said fleshy exterior.
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