A co-worker and I went to a thrift store on our lunch break today. I didn't get this, because it gave me the serious heebie-jeebies, but I kind of wish I had. *shudder*
At 4 PM on a beautiful friday afternoon, considering the theoretical and practical implications of cuddling with a nutcraker in bed is about all I'm capable of. And it reminds me of the fready paisley quilt that was in my crib (the baby, not slang definition) and gave me nightmares.
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Cuddling a Nutcracker, brilliant! i may have to use that as an album title someday...
At 4 PM on a beautiful friday afternoon, considering the theoretical and practical implications of cuddling with a nutcraker in bed is about all I'm capable of. And it reminds me of the fready paisley quilt that was in my crib (the baby, not slang definition) and gave me nightmares.
"freaky" not "fready"
yeah, 1988 still freaks me out, too.
1988; was it really 20 almost years ago?
Daniel, as a parent what I find most terrifying is that you remember a quilt that was in your crib. CRIB? Yikes.
Yup. I was in my crib. But that's the only thing I remeber from my crib days. And who knows, maybe I manufactured that memory later on.
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