Windy Twilley

Yarn keeps me from opening fire.


The Man in the Moon

Most days at my house, Tyler is running around in his pajamas when I leave for work. Yesterday he decided to be gentlemanly and walk me to the door. We said our good-byes, got our hugs and kisses, and I walked out onto the porch. I turned to look at my baby, expecting to see his sweet little cheeks pressed up against the glass.

His cheeks were on the glass, all right - his buttcheeks. My son, my darling boy, the light of my life, was mooning me. Me! His mother!

That's Monday for you.


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