Lesbian Dad

Hang on, little tomato


That’s about as much as I’ve posted here since, oh, who knows when. That much: the size of the smallest cherry tomato our boy child could find on the vine. A wee little dot of sweet. And so much is afoot in the world around us (as ever), unremarked upon.

But the end is near. I mean in a good way, as in, I think this thing munching up all discretionary (read: blog posting) time is nearing an end. For the two or three of you left out there: yay! More for you to consider and chit-chat with one another about, soon.

Meanwhile, a nice ditty for inspiration, from those fine fine Portland swingers, Pink Martini.

back up that-away
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