My dad learned how to drive at the same age at which I learned how to ride a bike (8 years).
One cannot, by definition, be a good parent if one forgets to feed one’s children just because it is the job of one’s husband who happens to be out of town.
this is my blog where i write about things. i live in england with this one guy i’m married to, but i haven’t always.
(katie + stephan)
i sometimes take pictures like this one:
(5-year anniversary iceland trip)
i collect shiny things at magpieing.tumblr.com.
i'm currently reading:
The Blind Assassin
by Margaret Atwood
Infinite Jest
by David Foster Wallace
Njal's Saga
aka Burnt Njal
Les Misérables
by Victor Hugo
(58 of 101 books)
3 Comments
:) i’m sure their fat stores can sustain them through a few missed feedings…
I know, right? Plus, they didn’t complain about it all. Stephan’s theory is that it’s because they’re so well trained to not beg.
I don’t actually have a comment – I just want to share with you how hard I laughed at this – but I can’t truly convey the sentiment in words.