Those would be Issa's dirty socks balled up and shoved under her hutch. The first time I saw socks here, I assumed it was a fluke. The second time, I assumed it was a coincidence. This morning, I am having to embrace the reality that the girl child has lost all her good sense. There will be a conversation tonight...and I'm bracing myself for the explanation.Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Um...
...Why?
Those would be Issa's dirty socks balled up and shoved under her hutch. The first time I saw socks here, I assumed it was a fluke. The second time, I assumed it was a coincidence. This morning, I am having to embrace the reality that the girl child has lost all her good sense. There will be a conversation tonight...and I'm bracing myself for the explanation.
Those would be Issa's dirty socks balled up and shoved under her hutch. The first time I saw socks here, I assumed it was a fluke. The second time, I assumed it was a coincidence. This morning, I am having to embrace the reality that the girl child has lost all her good sense. There will be a conversation tonight...and I'm bracing myself for the explanation.
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