Because my brain still isn't capable of coming up with anything coherent or remotely sustained, I give you my most recent malapropism. My gift for malapropisms is Sugar D's number one reason for staying with me...
The other day I talked about possible ramificussions. I think I may use that one again.
Almost as good as on our wedding day, when we were taking a few minutes to ourselves right after the ceremony, the ceremony where I tried to jam Sugar D's ring on his right hand instead of his left, and then he couldn't get it off. We were about to get our pictures taken but I really wanted his ring to be on the correct hand and we didn't know how he'd get the damn thing off his overgrown right hand. Anyways, I said, "We've got to get our fingers taken."
A love letter to Tristan, age 12
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