October 30, 2001 ~ Wet-Nurse

"We'll just 'ave to get you with child, then maybe we can earn some pennies with you as a wet-nurse," said Morgan, breaking the evening's silence as he gazed at me from the bed. Then he grinned.

I have a weird husband.





Footnotes:

weather: Warm, clear.

bookmarked: Some strange, strange poetry.

writing focus: Working on my annotated bibliography entries.

observation: The almost-full moon with a ring about it.

mood: Tired and wishing I had a day off in the middle of the week.

journal land:

"when we were little, my parents fought a lot - like, screaming and hitting type of fights. and see, my brother, not wanting me to hear or see that and all, he'd always distract me by scooching me into our room's (we shared a room back then) walk-in closet, where the yelling was muffled and where we'd either play board games or gi joes/my little pony with me to escape all the madness going on around us."

~ Anna in this entry of Ladiebug Bridge.



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