Mom to two of the most adorable kids named after Beatles, wife to a frustratingly-talented musician stuck in a suit and tie, sister to the biggest bunch of head cases you'll never meet, daughter to a genius and a saint, and friend to all. Legally blind, Certifiably bipolar, and Undeniably oversharing, the only question left to ask is, Why wouldn't you be reading this?
3 comments:
I needs me a Harrison kiss!!! All I ever get from that boy is distant glances of loathing.
Sorry that the verb and the noun in the last comment don't match. I are tired right now.
I could really use a Harrison kiss...he's so snuggly and cute, I'm jonesing for H-time.
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