As I was searching for my birth certificate this evening (this involved boxes upon boxes of papers), my cell phone rang.

Because I didn’t hear it, nathan took it upon himself to answer it. This is what I hear from his end of the conversation:

“What am I up to? I’m just playing call of duty 4.”

*pause*

“What’s Jamie doing? Oh, she’s looking for her birth certificate, which is hard, because when you’re the spawn of satan, technically, you don’t have one.”

Hrmph.

I did find my birth certificate, and Satan is nowhere on it.

Maybe it’s in evil invisible ink or something.

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