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Sunday mirth
Lance and I and the pooch just got up. We had a nice lie-in this morning.
And she's in the mood for play.
She watched me make my vanilla chai latte (so. damn. good.) and my fruit and yogurt parfait and sit down here to browse the internet.
So she grabbed her squeaky chicken and tried to drop it on my lap. My lap is currently occupied by my laptop, so that didn't work so well.
So she dropped it on my keyboard. And after a series of beeps and some things popping up on my screen and flashing (what on earth did she do?), I removed it and threw it across the room. Lance grabbed it before she could get it, and she bit him on the ass.
HAHAHA.
Happy Sunday.
And she's in the mood for play.
She watched me make my vanilla chai latte (so. damn. good.) and my fruit and yogurt parfait and sit down here to browse the internet.
So she grabbed her squeaky chicken and tried to drop it on my lap. My lap is currently occupied by my laptop, so that didn't work so well.
So she dropped it on my keyboard. And after a series of beeps and some things popping up on my screen and flashing (what on earth did she do?), I removed it and threw it across the room. Lance grabbed it before she could get it, and she bit him on the ass.
HAHAHA.
Happy Sunday.