Henry out celebrating his mom's 40th birthday. He lasted an hour. Sadly I didn't last much longer.
Sometime after I've had a few drinks, I will tell you how I taught him how to stab himself with a knife. It was how "It was only a butter knife" became the night's anthem. Hey, at least I didn't push him in front of a moving car.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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