pro-dogslaughter

That has to be the word of the month.

My confession? Aaron used to dress up in a ballerina outfit and prance around our bedroom at 2am, lipstick badly smeared across his face while singing along to Tiny Tim's "Tip Toe Through The Tulips" in full falcetto. I'm not sure, but I think that's illegal. Or, it damn well should be. I feel so dirty for harboring that secret for all these years.