I am not making any promises. But in the spirit of remembrance for fun times had in the past, I might just hop on the bandwagon.
might. There are no capitals or punctuation marks following that word. N.O.N.E. I'm just saying.
And I'm already cheating because this isn't really a real post. I am going to go and snuggle my dog and read a book. The dog has a stomach bug (apparently) as evidenced by three piles of throw up found on my bedroom floor. One of which I stepped in.
Yes. It went up, through, and between the toes. Sad to say, bad to read, but really y'all. Who was the victim here?
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Welcome back, girlfriend!
At least it was throw-up and not the other end (like we got the other day, innocently walking through the dining room...ugh...)
that's pretty gross... but at least you have new material.
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