Or started cross-dressing.
Or, better yet, decided to let Chuck take over this blog.
Yah, I know, that'd be lame.
Until I can spill the beans, take a gander at this:
Simple math is just so...complicated sometimes.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
T-t-t-t-transitions
Our household is in the midst of a shift right now. I can't write about it just yet. But soon. Soon I will be able to tell you that I've joined the circus.
Or started cross-dressing.
Or, better yet, decided to let Chuck take over this blog.
Yah, I know, that'd be lame.
Until I can spill the beans, take a gander at this:
Simple math is just so...complicated sometimes.
Or started cross-dressing.
Or, better yet, decided to let Chuck take over this blog.
Yah, I know, that'd be lame.
Until I can spill the beans, take a gander at this:
Simple math is just so...complicated sometimes.
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