Tallulah ate a corn cob that she found in the road on our walk, and even though I said, "DROP IT!" she did not right away. I mean, you find something good like that, you gotta ignore your mom.
The point is, she then spent the night barfing and guess who got bad sleep and is now late? Late because of a corn cob.
So because I have to go, I leave you with a question: What is your favorite thing about yourself?
Speak.
