Being the ravings of a lunatic housewife as she attempts to untangle the knotted threads of reality that are wound around our everyday lives.
It's me, Erin. I'm glad you came by.
"Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than a minority of them-never become even conscious of them all. How much of total reality can such an apparatus let through?"
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Could he be any cuter? My kiddys are all going to have nearly black stick straight hair. That thought alone keeps me childless.
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