I sat down to write this post about the puppies ten minutes ago, giving them $20 worth of bully sticks so they would be quiet.
Five minutes later, the sticks have been abandoned and instead they are Greco-Roman wresting over the empty box a pair of knee-high pantyhose came in that I purchased to wear with a long split skirt to Karyn’s mom’s funeral.
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