There is not a part of my body that isn’t sore. My ribs are sore. Oh, and someone passed me who was hopping. On one foot.
OH: Dad? If we built a clubhouse, probably with your help, could we keep pyranas in the moat? Just the kind that graze.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010

OH: “It’s literally a popsickle stick.”

by Amy Makice

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