Monday, January 13, 2014

These days, I regularly find myself agreeing to unknown demands. They often start with "Momma, you-"contain a chunk of high-pitched gibberish in the middle, and end with the inflection of a question. I suspect I have talked myself into numerous corners, probably to be called on at a later date. On the other hand, it's not like saying "no" to this face is an option: