All best, ((((Aimee)))
Heather, cuuuuutest puppy! I'll bet he's all soft and wiggly, the way puppies are, and grown dogs don't get to be any more.
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All best, ((((Aimee)))
Heather, cuuuuutest puppy! I'll bet he's all soft and wiggly, the way puppies are, and grown dogs don't get to be any more.
Thanks, guys. I'm nervous.
{{{Aimee}}}
Heather, CUTEST PUPPY IN THE WORLD.
Poor Annabel! But on the bright side: Good reason to introduce her to popsicles.
Tired. DH's allergies have escalated to the point he can no longer mow the lawn. This means I got to mow the lawn. That's been growing, unchecked, unmowed (unmown?) for over a month. The trim work, raking and weeding gets to wait until tomorrow.
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Jilli, your lunch thief deserves some mild form of food poisoning. Nothing lethal, just enough to get the point across.
When our puppy Toby was little (like 8-9 weeks old) he couldn't run in a straight line. We would take him down to the beach path and he would chase after us, but always at a diagonal, until he tripped over his paws. It was so cute.
Oh, Aimee. That is scary. {{{Hugs}}}
Also, I just ran out to get milkshakes (mmmmmm...milkshakes!), and I saw a woman who looked just. like. Aimee. It was FREAKY. She even noticed that I was staring at her. Whoops.
I just got a "Thanks for your interest, I'd like to speak to you more about this, when can I reach you?" email from one of the places I applied for a summer job. Tentative yay.
(((Aimee))) Sounds scary but a hopefully positive scary.
Long week. Tired. Must crawl into bed and lose consciousness for a while, I think.
Jilli, I'd be tempted to booby-trap your lunch with something that would get ink or other goopy stuff all over the lunch bandit's hands.
You need one of those exploding dye packets they put in money.