ugh. I don't feel well. Since last night all I can do is stay in a fetal position coz I'm hurting too much! *sniff*
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Nick gets really weird when it's late at night and he's half-awake pretending to be fully-awake. He starts mumbling incoherently, each next sentence more unexpected than the first. Our conversation last night went something like this:
Me: It's getting late. We need to say our prayers.
Nick: No, we can't pray inside a turtle.
Me: What are you talking about?
Nick: We need more frogs too.
Me: Frogs where?
Nick: In the garden center. We're out of frogs.
Me: SNAP OUT OF IT!
Nick: What? Huh? *mumble, mumble*
Me: *grumble*
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Yesterday was the 3rd anniversary of 9/11. We're still in pain, yet from the ashes rose a stronger nation.
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