Ramblings of a self confessed geek who really just wants to go live in a yurt with some chickens, a yak, a couple of goats, a crapload of friends and a bunch of mostly naked children running around like freaks.
“Not pasta, Mama. It’s s’getti [spaghetti].”“Not crunchy eggert [yogurt], Mommy. It’s crunchy cereal with eggert!”“Not sleepy time, it’s bedtime.”
