Birthday.
Ran dogs.
Tile fiasco. Now fixed.
Toilet.
Neighbor's construction site has bathroom!
Plumber. Early.
Dogs. Everywhere.
Lessons. Moms. Horses. Scheduling. Horses.
Demolition! Crow Bars! Big Big Hammers!
The truck.
Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
5 comments:
Happy Birthday!
happy birthday! is all this just what you wanted for your birthday!
-lex
ps- i knew the birthday thing would get Deb.... :)
You're right -- I couldn't resist a comment to say "Happy Birthday"
In defense of my lurker tendencies, I have been inspired before to leave a comment by the great story of Ms. Pix wanting to leave her loud whiney brother by the side of the road to be turned into a grape by the magical racoons so that the deer would eat him...
Plus I couldn't let the Gustavo news go by... He's really really cute.
One of these days I will get up the gumption to comment on Pluckyfluff! I couldn't think of anything clever to write about the mysterious poop incident but I laughed out loud at that blog post :-)
this was all i could spit out this morning pre-plumber and learning the neat roof vent info! wow!
thank you!
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