The smell of a child waking up from a good night’s sleep, just like fresh rolls from the oven, with the rosy cheeks and the shiny eyes, and all I want to do is to quickly run to get a plastic bag so I can put the air in it, shut it tight, and carry it around with me.
You know, in case of emergency.
Friday, November 9, 2007
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BS”D
Oooh. This used to be a crowded place…
Where all the fine people have gone?
Where is my story? And where’s Humbert?
Well, Sic transit gloria mundi…
Good luck everyone.
Comment by R. — November 22, 2007 @ 12:52 pm
Never left. Remain a loyal lurker. The air of unbrokenglass is sealed in the plastic bag of my soul. She, why do you post knowing that no one is reading, and if you’re already writing why not write in full swing? You can’t say there’s nothing universal about the joys of motherhood.
Comment by Humbert — November 24, 2007 @ 10:49 pm
Wow. Censored my post. That’s actually funny.
Comment by Humbert — November 25, 2007 @ 11:34 am
Take that back.
Comment by Humbert — November 25, 2007 @ 11:34 am
Relax, Humbert, I simply forgot to approve you, I’m not here all the time.
(You’ll always be my favourite)
“Joys of Motherhood” blog?
Yeah.
So daring.
The Internet might finally collapse and bury under the weight of boring blogs, and I could take the credit.
R., your story is still there, look carefully.
Comment by She — November 25, 2007 @ 1:36 pm
Happy Chanuka! Let it shine!
Comment by Humbert — December 11, 2007 @ 7:53 pm