And I have a million reasons why, but I'm here now, so I'm calling it happy.
The daughter project is going as well as can be expected. In my struggle, I've thought up the following new slogans:
Crack kills, but it's better than killing your daughter.
Crack kills, but so does having children.
There are worse things than smoking crack, but I can't think of any.
Okay, fine, I haven't smoked any crack. And okay, fine, I don't plan on it. I'm not sure I'd even know where to get it if I did.
The professionals (who I think would agree that I should start smoking crack) all agree that there is currently nothing to be concerned about and she will grow out of this stage. I may not have any hair left and the rest will be grayer than Father Time, but we will get through it.
So that's this week's update. For now.
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