Saturday, April 01, 2006

Mud-Filled Paradise

At home, listening to Erin's pathetic cries of, "Soap, where are you?" and wondering, what kind of family did I get myself into when I was born?

The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.

Abby wandered off at 2:58 p.m.

Blogger Abby mumbled, while downing a shot of tequila:

Be nice, Katie. Some people aren't perfect spellers like I am, but that's no reason to make fun of them.

12:24 p.m.  
Blogger Abby mumbled, while downing a shot of tequila:

Only people I know.

5:06 p.m.  

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