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I feel guilty for my recent absence. While I have several posts brewing in draft mode, I haven't been successful in google results to add that "perfect photo" for a few of them which to me, seems to tie things all together.
Today would be different she thought to herself. She created a list of to-do things and was ready to tackle the day. And then it happened.
6:21 am: The bedroom door bursts open, as she attempts to pry open one eyelid...
and then, she hears those four fucking words every mom dreads hearing from a child...
"MOM. I'M. GONNA. PUKE."
So here begins her day, with this being all I got for a post. A lousy excuse as to why I hope to be here bright and cheery tomorrow.
A new day.
Cheers.
