Remember this?
It's coming along:
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| Look how calm I am. "It's coming along," I say. But what I really mean is SQUEEEEEE!!!! (Ahem.) |
And remember...well, this entire post:
This is Totally Not My Fault (Maybe)
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| Why yes, that's a tomato. Yes, it is. I'm totally calm about it (and its brethren) because I am so Zen about these things. You'd never, for example, catch me jumping up and down and squealing. (Especially if I'm the one holding the camera.) |
In other kinds of progressions,
our auxiliary dog, Scout, turned seven this week. He is still the worst dog I have ever had and we love him dearly, despite his many, many, MANY character defects. (When no one is looking, I can sometimes be found kissing him on the nose.) (Very gently, though, because of the whole submissive urination thing.) Happy birthday, Scout.
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| It's okay, buddy. We have far too much invested in you to ever give you away. |
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Comments
Happy birthday to my buddy, Scout...I'm the worst ever at a lot of things too buddy...notoriety comes in weird packages.