i open a glass jar. i remove all the stale particles that have been sitting in there for ages. i clean the jar with soap and water until the glass is crystal clear. i climb into the jar. i close the lid. look at me, point at me – i am an exhibit, i am unique.
3 comments:
I love this!
I'm glad your short little stories weren't discontinued.
Wow, i'm so good at association.
so good you are :)
where are your stories? i feel its time to put a baby in a conventional oven already.
haha =) yeah, haven't had the time lately for baby cooking
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