Saturday, November 14, 2009


I'm up this morning at 4:00 in the morning because I don't sleep anymore and I'm picking up the toys that somehow escaped their cage in the middle of the night. There is this little pink chick sitting on the kitchen counter so I pick it up to put away and it starts cheeping. The blasted thing is still cheeping almost four hours later. I can't make it stop. If I wasn't already a nut I'd be completely losing it. Would I be a bad grandmother if I went medieval on the toy and chopped it into small pieces?

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