"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tabitha'd talked about the spider behind the woodshed for weeks. But Mommy just drank her "Shardo-nay" and told Tabby to stop lying. Like her father. Well, Tabby was tired of Mommy's Shardo-nay mouth. And things were about to change around here.
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