Sleeping Russell says: "oh look at me, my shits all dry".
There is nothing typical about my life. From my sleep-talking husband, to my chromasomally fancy youngest son. Just about everything in my life ends up being some kind of different.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Dry Shit
I wanted to go ahead and get this started even though its really lacking because I first posted it on facebook and since about every word was preceded by the f-word and yelled frantically and somewhat incoherently I censored and have since forgotten all he said.
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