So. We gave the book we wrote-together- gasp- and we're still married ...to our children. The eldest was too busy to read it. Our daughter told me last night when she came to pick up her damndog that she was almost done.
Was it good? (me)
It's OK. (she)
Did it make you laugh? (me)
It's OK. (she)
You will find me crouched under the bed. I may never come out from under.
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