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Thursday, September 04, 2008

*this day.

is kicking my ass. My apologies—there will be no post today. They say bad things happen in threes, and I just saw this:



AP Photo/Paul Sancya

so that makes three. Small comfort?

*It's a baby, not a trophy. Nor is it made of fire there, Cin. You can stop holding it like it's going to wrinkle your dress. But again, I repeat: Put. The Baby. Away. Jackass.

4 comments:

Anonymous
at: 3:40 PM said...

GET A BABYSITTER!

Anonymous
at: 3:48 PM said...

What are the other two things?

K. says:
at: 3:33 PM said...

anonymous: global warming and gas prices.

oh, you don't buy that? well, i have to retain some mystery. and this, too, shall pass.

K. says:
at: 3:34 PM said...

anonymous #1: man, this is getting confusing. LEAVE YOUR NAMES!

sorry for the yelling.

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