we deal with hysterical tots (and grown-ups),
dead birds, ambulance calls, and other people's
offspring's biological spills..
and that's why we sometimes consume alcohol.
happy belated 27th birthday Marie~
I must be me, I'm in my head
Black birds are circling my bed
I must be me, I must be me
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