His mother thought this photograph was a brilliant idea.
And it’s that love which we celebrate today.
For some, it’s the end of the week. For some, it’s the beginning. For me, today is a Sunday. A normal Sunday.
Why?
Because I have the good sense to choose men and birth control wisely. Because I am more than a uterus and because I despise children’s voices.
If today means something different to you, have a good one.
Agatha’s Public Chimes In