high levels of cuteabitly

As I type this my left arm is a dead weight from the tetanus booster I received today, part of the ongoing dreary ball-ache of trying to get my medical forms signed for camp, the details would bore and anger you guys (as they have me) so I wont say any more.

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I was lucky enough to hold my five day old nephew Monday, the little smackhead was still sometimes shacking from the withdrawal from morphine my sister has to take, lucky enough she went through agony and cut right down a couple of months before he was born (the only decent, unselfish act I’m aware of her ever doing).

Unlike his mother he is adorable in every way right down to the soft down fur on his cheeks.

So *cracks open a beer* Here’s to you Owen, sorry bout the world being a little fucked up in places, it was like that when we got it.

Maybe photos to follow to show the high levels of cuteabitly he possesses.