Like the hopes of my mom ever becoming a Grandma, this blog is where those things go to die. Like your dream of ever regaining full use of your legs. Unless you really are in a wheelchair, in which case, I didn't mean that last line.
Speaking of death, let this rumour die here as well. No. I didn't do it.
Keep it shut. Or neither one of you is gettin' a Christmas present.
That is all.
Speaking of death, let this rumour die here as well. No. I didn't do it.
Keep it shut. Or neither one of you is gettin' a Christmas present.
That is all.
