My two youngest are singing this ditty:
It's raining, it's drizzling,
The old man is sizzling
He bumped his head on the frying pan
And he woke up as scrambled eggs.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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In which a writer and mother of five expounds upon too many topics, in time she doesn't have, for no known reason.
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