I sometimes fear that my children will read all the Calvin And Hobbes stuff I have; or Foxtrot; and take notes. It cheers me up though and helps keep my sense of humour going during IVF.
Four more sleeps till Solstice.
This is my brain, and I live in it. It's made of love and bad poetry. It's tucked away behind my eyes where all my screwed up thoughts can hide cos Gods forbid I hurt somebody. (Apologies Tim Minchin)