Guess which genetic cull was yet again standing on the front porch this morning, complete with front door hanging wide open, and not a single miserable excuse for a parent in sight? I’ll give you three guesses but you’ll only need one.
Last night Zoe brought me a ball point pen. Er, why?
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on Oct 17th, 2007 at 2:38 pm
Somewhat related to your woe: we found out from the across-the-street-neighbors that a woman (currently going through a divorce) and her 2 kids are moving into the house next door. The owners have decided to rent it again. Please oh please let them be normal. And clean. And quiet. Is it too much to ask?
on Oct 17th, 2007 at 3:15 pm
Yes.