3 Aug

This is how I feel on days like today when my darling boyfriend forgets to tell me he’s not coming home til much, much later and that I shouldn’t wait for him to come home to eat. Made even more wondrous for coming at the end of a delightful day of teething, when one just wants to put one’s head down onto a pillow.

I know, I know. Sarcasm. Lowest form of wit etc.

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