Flaming Moe....

"Oh, the shark has, pretty teeth dear, and he show's them pearly whites"....and my kid has my cell phone. I am wondering when it will become imperative for me to get my phone back--considering that the kid ain't crying. I'm crying. But the kid ain't. Summer is wandering around the block and is almost home again. I my shins are scraped and I have a load of mosquito bites--metaphorically speaking. I started to clean out my closet today and became so depressed and the number of black shirts that I own, I had to stop. I remember explicitly each purchase of said shirt and each excuse made to dignify said purchase. But it still sucks that I feel the need for 12 black shirts in varying styles. But somehow I do/did.