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making friends
It’s no secret that I’ve tampered with Munchie’s pool of friends. (Evidence here and in a couple other random posts I’m too lazy to dig around and find. Don’t get me wrong… I tried… I know they exist… but three… Continue Reading →
I am convinced our son plots his attacks. It just seems like everything happens at the least convenient times. Oh, you want to go to bed? I’m just going to scream for the next two hours and make sure that … Continue reading
