Kristen Wiig, Martyrdom, and M-Day
My son stood at the top of the stairs at 9:20 pm, incredulous that we could be close to running out of milk. I don’t remember his exact words but they were along the lines of, “How could you not have enough milk, MOM?” I emphasize that last part because I am apparently singularly responsible for this egregious error of not having a second gallon of milk.
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