After two straight years of construction, we will finally say good-bye to mud and hello to lawn again. Although the thought of it makes me giddy, six little feet and eight digging paws say they kinda like things just the way they are.
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Neighbors, solicitors, parcel carriers, intruders, beware:
Remove your zap collar before entering the premises.
They say you can tell a woman’s true age by her hands…
Handprints, kindergarten, 1978. You’ll note Doug’s (top) is to this day almost perfectly preserved, while mine (bottom) is cracked and faded to its pre-painted color. If this is a chilling premonition of how the aging process will unfold between the two of us, Oil of Olay’s ass is getting sued.
Bad day at the salon
