I get to go home tomorrow.
I'm listening to a coworker help his son (about 7 or 8) with his homework. It makes me want a kid.
It will pass, though.
Blatherings from my mind, because after all, "How do I know what I think till I see what I say?"
I get to go home tomorrow.
I'm listening to a coworker help his son (about 7 or 8) with his homework. It makes me want a kid.
It will pass, though.
Posted by Sheryl at 4:06 PM
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