I love my wife. She is a genius. But everyone has a critical flaw, and sometimes that flaw--handwriting--can result in very weird grocery lists, impenetrable directions, and odd vacancies for the cat, who I was assigned to monetize in the first place. This is an attempt to document her most vexing musings and allocations.
For the record, my critical flaw is All of Them.
Additional interpretations and translations are encouraged.
Monday, October 19, 2015
Now I'm Scared
Something bad is going to happen at the end of next August. Only Karen knows, but she's not telling.
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