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.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

just friends, i swear

okay, so this looks way more compromising than it was. i'm telling you that we're just friends. i do think he's cute and all, but he's not exactly the marrying type. he hasn't even taken me out on a date. he just lays around most of the time, making crumbs. and all that hair? sorry, but no. those traits may have brought mom and dad together, but i can tell you that i'll have a much higher standard in men than my mother. eww!


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