Foul mouthed, juvenile soul who just loves kids! Really, I do like them, and save all my cussing for the blog. Don't tell me you don't cuss when they're not around.
Lest we forget, amongst all this talk of reproductive organs and blunt- perhaps flirting with crass- talk of Sex Ed and what have you, it’s the reason we are all here today. And so, I am home dying cloth for my mother the quilter, as she’s been encouraging me to do for probably a decade. Sorry about the delay, ma. Better late than never? Love ya.
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