One is the loneliest number, especially when you're a bookend. However, in this household, we're always able to find a spot for seemingly useless items. This orphan bookend has found a nook in my son's room, where he spends his days leaning up against some paperbacks, longing for the day he will be reunited with his lost twin.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
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