Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Jeans and a baby

Peg legged, Tom's (hi, they'd be clam bakers) and my child running our lives. Fools, all. You obsess, I do not. Don't have to. I've got a contract to fulfill right now and this my sons thing is only a piece of it.

We all go crazy now and then but DO NOT disrespect this place. Unless I get to see your child and what it bloody well wears every ten minutes, deal? As if.