Thursday, July 1

norah grace koehn

Meanwhile, back in the Americas, I've got a new cousin. Her name is Norah. Someday, I imagine that she and I might have a conversation that goes something like this:

B: The last time I saw you, you were only this big.

N: Who or what are you, anyway?

Norah, I apologize in advance. It's genetic, I think. Happy birthday, and welcome to this vale of tears. Try not to give your mom as much static as she gave hers.

p1k3 / 2004 / 7 / 1