Thursday, January 03, 2008



By the end of each day, we are both a mess. Check out his hair! He usually starts the day by grabbing a TUMS out of the jar that I've put by my bedside in the night. He licks the TUMS, rubs it all over his chest and face. He'll keep it all day, sometimes. He eats food and it gets all over his face and then he puts his arms up for a hug and rubs his dirty, foody face all over my shirt. When I used to have a job, sometimes I'd hang up my shirt at the end of the day, like if it was dry clean only or something? In this job, I sometimes wear two or three shirts a day.
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