coo's from the crib (or, my life as a baby)

Every morning on the way to day care, I tell my dad what's on my mind. I've asked him to pass the news on. I'm sorry if he misinterprets some of my coos as swear words....sometimes I get so frustrated that he doesn't get it right. But, hey, I'm just a baby and lack the manual dexterity to type for myself.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

dancing lights

boy is my daddy a lazy bastard. not only does he stick me under this thing for hours on end.....



...he's been too focused on pokerroom.com to tell everyone what i've been thinking lately. at least he tells me that he's winning. like it matters...its only play money. what a moron. play with me, dammit!


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