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Monday, February 08, 2010

*mud puppy.

We had a crazy weekend.

mud paws.


Like this, only infinitely more insane.

four head.


He's not out of the woods yet, so I'm not going to jinx his feeling better by telling the cracked-out story in its entirety, but I will soon.

For now I'm just going to go home and hug his big brown hairy neck and hope he's perked up and not staring at me with those enormous, mournful, make-it-better-Mommy-why-did-I-eat-the-bedspread-again? eyes.

It's hard being a parent.

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