25. July. 2007.
Well. We put up the Christmas tree again, so now Mom's back at the House and she's not gonna be out until after Thanksgiving maybe. Possibly for the actual Christmas holiday. I don't know. If pigs were perfect, we wouldn't have any ham. So I'm thankful for Thanksgiving and imperfect pigs.
Michelle's around a lot more. She's doing the things responsible adults do now. She cries just as much as one, though.
I think I can stop time. Watch.
Whoosh.
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In the Days of Chapstick, Gum, and Soda
HumorI might write a book. I don't know. Life happens to get in the way of that sometimes. * * * * * Inspired by @Woowoowriting and her books: The Darlings of Suburbia and Seeking Connections. * * * * * Short Story #319 Hu...
