okay, it’s been fourteen or fifteen years.
a baby no more,
but still a Fish.
how do you welcome a baby boy named dylan fish into the world?
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3 thoughts on “how do you welcome a baby boy named dylan fish into the world?”
Those boxes were so beautiful Ronald! Ours got crushed in a move or a fall. So sad. So sad. So sad. Do you think there are more in your future?
Yo! I want it! Do you still have it? Or did I have it? Holy hell, can’t remember shit anymore. He is 16 and a half now, can you believe it? Very tall and handsome and a good kid.
What you up to?
i don’t have this box any more. it was yours. sigh. me? i’m blogging. making things….sometimes. goosing the young minds of tomorrow’s sales machine. it’s FUN!