My sweet bubs,
As of today, we’ve been together 271 days. I figure, by now, you know me pretty well. Lately you think I love, LOVE, being rib-kicked and cervically headbutted as soon as I crawl into bed. I can actually watch your foot as it rears back to give a good boot. Don’t think I haven’t been tempted to carve a small hole with a paring knife into my guts to grab your foot and say “EEEENOUGH.” But I love you. And I don’t fancy any home surgery, so I just watch and wince and hope to Christ you don’t get any stronger over the next 12 days.
Before school ended I nerded around and took pictures of places that were of some significance, for reasons good, bad or ugly. Below you see the handicapped stall of the girls washroom. Details, and more shoddy photoshop curves, to come tomorrow.