Cold snaps and long, grown-up-ish conversations with Peyton, intellectual dexterity and a growing love, family peace and heartfelt sorrow. This week has been a leaf like the one I watched twitch and jerk across the sidewalk at the red light this morning: unnatural in its strange, disjointed movements, yet natural in its poetic drift from its spot on the tree.
I think this is as good as it gets. It’s my vision into the Matrix.
Enjoy the tits, everyone, as we slide towards summer and the middle of the year from a quirky, moody spring.
Remember, please give our generous lady friends lots of love here or on her blog. And pass it around on Twitter and such with the #Boobday hashtag.
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Edit. note: Participants, none of you said whether or not you wanted to be anonymous, so I erred on the side of caution. If you don’t want to be anonymous, lemme know and I’ll edit the image with a note.
NOT my tits: