O My Child

You are become mine own. My have to have.

I clean up the shit and the puke.

Having given birth to me

how now are you my own little child?

Momma, we are this. I change you and dress you.

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Ma, when you wake, I’ll know it. You do not know about the bed alarm I have placed between mattress and bedspring, and you’re hearing is going so you won’t hear the alarm that will ring near my head. Rough time on the toilet?  I’ll hear that too. I have bugged/… Read full post »

Flouncing!

Well, not really flouncing, so much as just leaving OS. I don’t like advertisements. I don’t like ad banners. Whatever product is being touted is certainly not going to have anything to do with what I happen to be writing about (not much of a market for sick old ladies,… Read full post »