April as the cruelest month? Balderfriggindash. Given my workload, and the undertow of sickness that is only just now beginning to relent, February has been consistently concaving my butt cheeks. As a result, we've built up several layers of crud on the bedrock layer of crud that forms the primary crust of our apartment floor.
Until I'm ready to re-surface, here's an oldie thing I noodled with when Robert was a month old and this blog was but a glint in my severely nearsighted eye.
