The child hours are fucking killing me.
I wonder if I can dig my uterus out with a spoon..? Although, really, who am I kidding, it's not like accidental pregnancy is a huge issue in my life right now.
Six a.m. is NEVER all right. Six a.m. is always all wrong.
Oh, and Tim, I was quite wrong about the headbutting thing - headbutting me is apparently a whole lotta fun.
* Goes off to find spoon. *
* They will never take us alive, preciouses. *
3 comments:
Oh man. Sounds like a bad morning.
For you and the brat.
Gives spooning a whole new meaning. And hey, haven't you even been watching the Easter documentaries they've had on? You never know, you could get an Angel of the Lord coming to you any day now with Tidings of Great Joy or something.
Though I suppose you can't give birth to Christ, that's already taken. You might give birth to some minor demonic entity or potentate, though.
I strongly suspect some conflict with my loosely held atheism but, hey, I named the cat after a demon and look how well she turned out..
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