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And that’s why my new boss had to undo my dress in the parking lot…

“Are they going to fit in?” “I’m trying to make them,” says Rissa. “I swear to you that these breasts were not this large in June.” “I think you might be right.” “What is going on?!?” “I don’t know, Mummy.”  Rissa huffs, as she places her knee in my back to gain leverage.  “You can’t…

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Some things have to be documented.

“You guys just don’t understand!!” “Nobody else’s mother does this, you know…” mutters Rissa. “Yes, but this needs to be documented!  I’ve been suffering for at least two weeks now!”  I’m sitting in front of the webcam. “She’s right Heather, this is weird… even for you,” David chimes in. “Why are you guys laughing?” “Why?”…

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Don’t think of it as an infestation – think of it as having hundreds of new pets…

What’s most difficult, is telling them all apart.  I’ve had to invest in a high-resolution magnifying glass in order to differentiate.  I’m thinking of sewing wee little smocks with their names on them.  Alistair, Bernice, Connal, Dee, Ernest… I’m going for asexual in style – I don’t want to limit them.  Should they decide in…