Friday, August 24, 2007
Genetics
My father was messy with food. I am too. I am at work walking around with chocolate all over my shirt due to an unfortunate melty Dove Bar accident. I kept trying to make it better and, of course, ended up making it much, much worse (isn't that the way it always goes?) by smearing the chocolate everywhere. I need a bib.
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