Over here? No! Overhear.

2 September 2011

Good Labor Day weekend friends, lovers, family and three-toed sloths.

Today, GF and I travelled to Baltimore, a city in complete disarray apparently due to two sporting events.

Thus, I am too exhausted to write about that trip at the moment.

So, tonight’s post is brought to you by my illegitimate son, Little J.P. Richards. One day, he was in a coffee shop when he overheard some women speaking. (Yes, he is old enough to go to coffee shops.)

Little J.P. overhears a supportive moment