I just can't pull it together to do this tonight.
Two boys 17 months apart, and a two-year-old who takes her job seriously?
Holy shit. I surrender.
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she busts out with the self-effacing self-promotion
My memoir was panned by Kirkus Reviews! You know you want to find out why.
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1 comment:
I've had a few times in this NaBloPoMo that I've wanted to cash it in and decided to phone it in instead. It really waters down our readership. I used to have forty people commenting, and now, well, you came! It's almost over, isn't it?
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