After waking to feed Z, I couldn't get back to sleep. I kept thinking about the little sayings my mom would say that mean nothing at all. very strange.
hark! a pistol shot
a shostle pit
a shistle pot
oh shit, i'm shot.
???
fuzzy wuzzy was a bear
fuzzy wuzzy has no hair
fuzzy wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy was he.
this is what i was saying in my head over and over last night at 3:30.
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