Friday, January 12, 2001

There was a fat yellow balloon lying on the floor, leftover from Millie's "off to have a baby" party. I raised my foot, poised it several inches above the quivering balloon and looked at Joel.
Joel: "Don't do it!!!"
Me: "Why?"
Joel: "It would be WRONG!
So the balloon will live to see another day.

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