Or as Uncle Daron said of the 8-year-old, “She wanted BLACK Chucks? Uh oh, she’s gonna be that girl.”
Reader, encastled.
Engrossed in poetry on a Capitol Hill Saturday, at Seattle’s still-best bookshop.
I’m not the only sucker for this, right?
Is it humanly possibly to say no to this? It’s like Machiavelli disguised as a baby bunny, the manipulation is so pwecious and adowwabow!
Caturday night’s alright for uniting.
Mama’s bed is the hot spot for wearing a cat as a hat.