M just walks outside and finds a random book sitting on our porch. It's not mine, and it's surely not his. It's just randomly laying there. WTF?
Kill all my demons and my angels might die too. -Tennessee Williams
You take my ovaries, I take your yarns.
Re: Um, this is strange.
You take my ovaries, I take your yarns.
Odd.
Maybe, though, it was on the sidewalk near your house and a neighbor thought it was yours. It's possible.
Me with my littlest.
Steph, that was my thought.
Still, strange.
You take my ovaries, I take your yarns.