Barefoot & Bookish
consuming literature in the bluegrass state
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Overheard: Just Now
My Father: "Pee pee on the paper Jill. Come on, over here...on the paper. No Jill...NO...that's not the paper that's a towel."
*folding his arms and scowling*
"You peed on a towel Jill. God...are you proud of yourself?"
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