i wake up early some mornings to the pitter-patter of little footsteps. i roll over and gently caress my wife's naked shoulder and whisper in her ear that we need to buy more mouse traps.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
My dog freaked out the other day. The vet wanted to give him a CAT scan. Now he's in therapy and taking prozac. He's trying to "find himself."
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