Mom, I can remember one night when we lived in Cheney that you told me and Kristen that we were driving you crazy. You grabbed a knitting needle out of the basket by your chair and shoved it into you pony tail so it looked like it was going through your head. The pen in the nose brought it all back.
Mom, I can remember one night when we lived in Cheney that you told me and Kristen that we were driving you crazy. You grabbed a knitting needle out of the basket by your chair and shoved it into you pony tail so it looked like it was going through your head. The pen in the nose brought it all back.
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