The dulcet tones of water pouring through one's roof.
And the sight of a man and his baby.
Or, as LSis likes to say, "Mean ole daddy."
Wish me luck: The Woodside ain't much of an ark.
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
*tuesday's child.
It's fall! You know what that means. The smell of cool rain and the feel of crisp leaves.
The dulcet tones of water pouring through one's roof.
And the sight of a man and his baby.
Or, as LSis likes to say, "Mean ole daddy."
Wish me luck: The Woodside ain't much of an ark.
The dulcet tones of water pouring through one's roof.
And the sight of a man and his baby.
Or, as LSis likes to say, "Mean ole daddy."
Wish me luck: The Woodside ain't much of an ark.
1 comments:
at: 9:10 PM said...
DEar Lord, turn the water pressure down...she's a baby!
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