|There goes my heart, running after a goose at VanDusen.|
(I think she's the same one this Wikipedia entry talks about)
When I was still living at home, I couldn't understand why my mother couldn't fall asleep until I got home. As a teenager, there was no chance of sneaking home past my curfew: she would know when I came in.
Now that I have a child--though we're still far from the curfew stage--I can understand why she couldn't fall asleep.
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