I have been rotting my brain for the last two months, reading nothing at all. Or, almost nothing. I've read the first 50 pages of The Help three times now. I think it's time to give up. Historical fiction is clearly not my thing. Instead, I'm watching every episode of Fringe. Most of them repeatedly because I fall asleep on the couch less than 20 minutes into an episode. How much mileage do you think I can get out of this growing people is hard work pregnancy thing?
Noah is twelve books ahead of me in 2011 so far. Oh yes, the boy can read. I claim partial credit for teaching him. I bought the Bob Books. Kevin and Noah have done the rest. The man was born to teach. I was born to make video of others' hard work. Check it out.
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