A blog of grumpiness, stilts and skin.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Male Eunich

Given tomorrow's early start, just then I tried to guilt hazel into ironing me a shirt.

"Dream on!" she snorted, disappearing in the direction of bed.

Warm, horizontal, bed ...


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