I didn't really want a blog. I was just sick of posting as "anonymous."
Even More thoroughly complicating matters (Thu 09 Aug 2007)
Last night Mason took Mira for a couple of hours. When he brought her home, just before he drove off in his car, he asked me if he could have the key back. "The Key" as in, my only other spare key to my house, and The Key is currently in possession of my father, who is currently staying with me. Of course, he can't have the key. I like the fact that he doesn't have a key, and I don't want him to have a key again. But the mere truth that he wants to have The Key again is troublesome.
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Blogger is where I pretend that I have more free time than I do. If I'm posting, I probably should be doing something else. Like, actually working at work. We have 3 to 6 kids on any given day, half of which to whom I have given birth; and 4 cats, none of which I personally birthed.