I will be coming home...
Hark, now hear the sailors cry. Smell the sea and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic.
(Van Morrison)
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Silly Boy
Isaac just asked if there's any pot roast left over from Sunday's dinner. When I told him that it's all gone he whined, "Why does everything I care about have to go away?!"
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