from the mouth of the babe

'When I get big, like Barack Obama, he's going to marry me.'

Sorry, Michelle.

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So, it might be blogging lite around here for the remainder of my NaBloPoMo. I've got this not sleeping until four a.m. thing going on and I'm dying here people (although not literally, which is a fun new thing I had to explain to Pic). Ugh.

Oh, also, I think it might be nice to spare you, a bit. I might, however, change my mind about this in the very near future.