goodlooking boy with mediocre intellect and a booming personality.
Now, in my wine and "healthy" cigarette inspired clarity, I head to
the brewpub with my chin up, my tanned bosom heaving, and the resolve
to move on.
The children are tucked into their respective beds, except Mackenzie,
who is tucked into aspens respective bed, reading Nancy drew aloud to
the six year old, which ensures that my six year old will be awake
when I get home and no one will be sharing my bed with me except her.
And maybe truck. And the very bad cat. Who is very frazzled after
Halle took her on a bike ride earlier.
Yes. I've got a feeling (woohoo) that tonight is going to be a good
night. That tonight is going to be a good good night...
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