The great escape from the mournful cry of the laundry.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Set Your Minds at Ease
I feel compelled to write, after mulling over my last post, that Max is safe, uninjured and fed. In fact, I have not even raised my voice to him today.
How about now? You know, after he decided to go out the window.
ReplyDeleteThat boy would drive me bugshit inside a week. Seriously.