Habtamu walked by looking at me oddly.
"My back itches," I said, as if I needed to explain myself.
He smiled, "When did you become a buffalo, Dad?"
Not Me.11.11.2011
Yeah, I'm a beast...
That spot on my back that can't be reached itched the other day, so instead of asking for someone with cold hands to scratch it I backed into a door frame and rubbed against it.
Habtamu walked by looking at me oddly.
"My back itches," I said, as if I needed to explain myself.
He smiled, "When did you become a buffalo, Dad?"
Not Me.
If he hadn't caught me so offguard, I would have asked him where he learned that. I still don't know.
Habtamu walked by looking at me oddly.
"My back itches," I said, as if I needed to explain myself.
He smiled, "When did you become a buffalo, Dad?"
Not Me.
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I got a little behind on reading blogs and missed three very very amusing blog posts over here in Gardnerland. However did I miss them and how has no one already commented on their hilarity?
anyway.
Too. funny.
I love you guys. :)
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