There are many reasons why my makey productivity ain't what it used to be, but the reason i will miss most long after it is gone is the one that brings me out on a warm autumn day, after a certain little someone made it perfectly and noisily clear that days like these are not the kind of days you waste inside.
hee hee, let me just finish eleventy hundred holes, mom, and then we can go back inside, okay? okay. :)
