Sunday, June 23, 2013
Sunday Night BooHoos
But now it's Sunday night, and I am staring at a sippy cup someone left on the coffee table wondering if it's half full or half empty, or if it simply contains 50% of its capacity. Tomorrow is another day, and all that.
See also: why the fuck am I the only one who picks up the dirty sippy cups anyway?
Posted by Petunia Face at 9:56 PM
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i hope you woke up this morning feeling a teeny, tiny bit like there was a soft breeze blowing the dust off. just enough to make it easier to get up. xo
I hope your week is going okay.
And I don't know why sippy cups are so troublesome. They're hothouses and hazards in general.
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