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We ate homemade chicken noodle soup the other night for dinner. It was delicious. The Tyrant really enjoyed it. She slurped up bites while telling us about the hippopotamus and his terrible diarrhea. Fortunately she didn’t spend a lot of time with the hippopotamus that day because she was busy with her friend Malibu who [...] Undercooked brownies rest like sludge in the belly. The Pterodactyl has secured an old microwave popcorn bag, taped it up and put a slit in the side. It’s where he keeps his growing collection of Lady Gaga pictures. The Tyrant put a stick of butter in her lunch box this morning and pronounced it, “breakfast.” I [...] The sleeping arrangements in Pittsburgh were as mediocre as one would expect of five humans living in a single hotel room, even if the room was a suite. There was a queen bed for Husband and me, a pullout couch for two of the children and a rollaway bed for the third. The Tyrant fell [...] |
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