Currently it's looking quite shady outside, all windy, rainy and Wizard of Oz-like, pre-Yellow Brick Road. They're advising those who live in mobile homes to take cover in a ditch somewhere, rather than stay in indoors. I'm grateful for the bricks. Inside, the baby's crying (it's almost Un-Happy Hour, hosted nightly by the lovely KG), and the dogs, valiant lab/lab mix they are, are crammed into the 3 feet of space under my desk. Bender's sweating, Bailey's looking concerned. I'm just hoping the power won't go out.
I'm kind of trapped, so here's a worldview:



1 comment:
i refuse to let my dog lay at my feet. i'm so mean. and um, your worldview is making me nervous.
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