Wrecked...
Dear Nicky,
I'm just wrecked with tiredness. I can't think straight. Sorry, pal.
Love,
Dad
I'm just wrecked with tiredness. I can't think straight. Sorry, pal.
Love,
Dad
posted by The Walkin Dude at 10:36 PM
This is an ongoing journal for my baby son, born with special needs in March, 2005. I hope to post in secret to it every day until he is eighteen, and then give it to him in book form. In the meantime, everyone is invited to share my joy and pride with me.
posted by The Walkin Dude at 10:36 PM
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