Let's just say my life doesn't revolve around 3 a.m. feedings, my mans screaming, "But I own this trailer!" as he throws whiskey bottles through our corn husk drapes, and making sweet love behind Old Man Pumpernickel's marijuana patch during Sunday church services.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Ah-Ha! ... for the last time
I think there's still a bit of confusion as to what constitutes "small":