Monday, August 18, 2014
Gone Daddy Gone
Just like summer vacation, that bar of chocolate in the fridge at work that has been getting smaller and smaller every day, and my patience for road-hog-bicyclists, the tower this morning is pretty much gone.
In other news, I was showing off my fancy new jeans to Max this morning, anxiously seeking approval (I don't usually wear anything fancy or new), and Samson announces from across the kitchen, with a mouthful of Apple Cinnamon Cheerios, "You look like a hippie."
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