I never got around to doing the floors this week, which in a tiny house that is full of boys is kinda disgusting.
But even though I kept asking for a wife, she just never showed up. And I was too busy at the bookfair.
So sad.
So this afternoon, Maggie and Mollie brought me a present on the already dirty, dirty floors.
Matthew had stopped home for a bit and was, for the record, NO. HELP. AT. ALL.
NONE.
Unless laughing is a way of helping, which it is NOT. He so owes me...the next bird is alllll his.
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Brian tried CPR.
Little boy=big heart.
=0)
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And then we had a rather short, but sweet, farewell for the little bird that was.
The End.
Hey, I heard there was a small earthquake today.
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