the laundry is done, the dog walked, we even managed some weeding in the
jungle. there were tulip bulbs hiding in and among the tall weeds. we
didn’t make a dent.
himself cooked us up another outrageously delicious meal and I’m watching
A Man of Her Own,
Barbara Stanwick 1950 I think.
if I had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.
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