A baby crying outside my window. I think Daddy needs to quit talking on the phone, and tend to his baby. Sounded like such a little thing. Aww
My 85 yea-old Dad's racial epithets. ALL racial epithets, actually.
THREESOME was suppose to come after "sandwich!!!"
I'm listening to the radio: Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne.
Uh oh. Now Alice Cooper! Old stuff. Not sure of the title, but I'm sure just as crazy as Ozzy
Exakta? I think you could find something to keep your hands busy for 15 minutes or so, can't ya?
Hearing the whistle of a friendly poke!
My living room couch. LOVE the echo!
