Saturday, September 23, 2006

Good Morning

There was a time in my life where I would pull my metaphorical shotgun from under the mattress and shoot anyone who breached my bedroom door at six o'clock on a Saturaday morning. If he or she actually opened his or her mouth and said something to me, he or she would get another blast from the double barrel just to make sure he or she was good and dead.

That was before children.

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