A third Mike 146 x 365

The night I babysat for Mike and Karen* and he screamed at her because I left the bathroom light on made me vow to make him uncomfortable each time we ended up in the same room. Luckily we rarely meet anymore; the older I get, the meaner I can be.


*Honestly - this is a different Mike and Karen than the ones I wrote about before.

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Helen said…
Karen sounds like she had a very hard life...
2/7/07, 12:44 PM
Mali said…
I like your style!!
2/7/07, 10:18 PM
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