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[Jun. 8th, 2008|10:43 am] |
Dyan bit me while nursing yesterday. Ever since, our conversations have gone a little something like this:
Dylan: Bah bah bah la la la bah!
Me: Whatever! Biter!
Have you ever had something permanently attached to you day and night for seven months and thought, "Bwaaah! Just get it OFF ME!"? Except that something is a cute little creature that you love more than words can ever describe and you want the very best for him and you have all this guilt and you feel all confused?
Also, I learned something new about sleep deprivation: Sleep deprivation may cause you to look up while driving and think, "Hey! That's the guy from Soul Asylum!" and then realize that it is not the guy from Soul Asylum, it is a petite, middle-aged Mexican woman who could not look less like the guy from Soul Asylum if she tried. |
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