Now just imagine, when we visit my parents' home, how frequently we get to witness my father's naps on the sofa like this...in his underwear.
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- Marla
- Toronto, Ontario, Canada
- I'm now in my late-thirties, with no idea how I got here. I could trace the path backwards, but not without an amount of mental effort I need to spend on other things. I have a wealth of experience, yet am somehow busted. I have a great husband named Steve, who is the victim of some hyperbole around here, and who is really the best person I know. Our daughter Josephine was born in February 2004, and she has changed our way of being forever. We, unfortunately, have a cat named Boo Boo. For some reason, we thought we needed a Bastard Hound named Molly too. We live in a house we bought a few years ago that is caught in the state between disrepair and re-invention. We don't get around much any more.
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