Baby in a basket
L was telling me a story last night whereby there was a suicide and all of the children were disbursed to relatives. Not that I want a suicide but how come kids don’t show up on my front porch is what I want to know? I wonder if when the LaLa is done, if I put a basket by my front door if someone will come leave a kid there for me. Maybe I need to concern myself with a chicken in my pot rather than a baby in my basket. Who the hell knows what I am supposed to concern myself with – I’m still wondering if I should get a spray on tan.