Friday, August 18, 2006

Last night, after the 10 minute tantrum because Peanut didn’t want help with his bottle, Hubby asked: “Are you a baby or a big boy?”

“Boy” was Peanut’s reply.

Neurotic cat pooped by the front door this morning, just as we were getting ready to leave, and despite Hubby’s efforts to steer her to the litter boxes. Fucker.

Today will be another low-to-mid-90s day. I’m so done with summer.

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