Those Crazy Kids
As I sit here finish the evening's words (145! Also, 157 yesterday and 164 the day before!) I have the baby monitor sitting by my elbow.
From it I can just barely hear the occasional snore.
We are so crazy in love with him, it boggles the mind.
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Local news is less interesting, which is saying something. I rearranged my office at work so that my back is no longer to the door. This means when they come to take me away, I will see them coming and be able to activate the doomsday device.
Admittedly, I'm not covered if a ninja assassin slips in through the drop ceiling, but that's why you release the poisonous asps up there. Ninjas don't bother carrying anti-venom kits, as it only slows them down.
Perhaps I've said too much.
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Something to leave you with for the weekend: a boy and his panzer.