The shipping boxes, obviously. This is just so classic, I had to share it. My 18-month old exploring the big box, never mind what came in it.
Friday, December 26, 2008
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Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
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This cracks me UP!!
LOOK at her! Is she still in there?!
I'm sending this to everyone.
Well, except Child Protective Services.
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