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.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
To whom am I speaking?
Wow, has it already been 7 years since I began writing into the ether? That's what you call time not well spent.