June 30, 2008 by Clare
I called for my daughter to bring me paper and pen to write in the bath.
Whatever it takes.
Posted in Art, Artists, Creativity, Funny, Mother, Poetry, Self | 2 Comments
Ha. I know the feeling. Same thing happens while driving.
Or while lying in bed!!!
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Ha. I know the feeling. Same thing happens while driving.
Or while lying in bed!!!