Ever since I started making my literary masterpiece baby quilt, I've wondered when it would come. The madness, the condemnation, the lunacy. Now that it's here, I'm not sure how to handle it.
Fear not for the babe. Her identity is safe. She's a freshman at a highly selective university now and unlikely to be recognized.
Does anyone know? Have we reached rock bottom yet?
2 comments:
We are all bemused, e.
Excellent pun.
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