Day: August 7, 2002

(sigh) R has­n’t been home 12 hours, and he’s already telling bald-faced, stu­pid, yes-he’ll-def­i­nite­ly-get-caught lies. Why does he do that? It was­n’t even about a big thing, but it was­n’t any­thing he could in any way be “mis­tak­en” about. He…