[5:20am, scant seconds after silencing the clock radio with a slap across the top of its head]
Turtle: I'm sorry.
Foo: What?
Turtle: The cupcakes.
[dramatic pause. freshly-wakened neurons stretch, sputter half-heartedly, and ultimately shrug non-existent shoulders]
Foo: What the hell?
Turtle: 'Cause my leg kicked out.
Foo: Honey, what are you talking about?
Turtle: I don't know.
01 April, 2009
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