Friday, August 05, 2011

I Must Be A Grown Up Now

My parents keep some papers in the top drawer of the buffet in the dining room. When I was growing up it was the one place guaranteed to have working pens and sharpened pencils. No matter where anyone in the house was, if you opened that drawer, one of my parents would say...."What are you doing?"

Today I went to get a pen.


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