Last night I was walking our two dogs (on leashes) and they got in a fight with a Great Dane who was off her leash. I got knocked onto my stomach/face (ouch-I'm 6 months pregnant) and then dragged through the dog poop (from my dog). I came back home covered in mud and dog doo, coughing up stomach acid and clutching the arm I landed on. Jerad opens the door and is like "go take care of yourself. just go." (ps baby is fine)
Today is Saturday, and I suddenly realized I was walking around with a gallon of milk and a pair of scissors. I don't know why or for how long.
Today is Saturday, and I suddenly realized I was walking around with a gallon of milk and a pair of scissors. I don't know why or for how long.
Anyone want to buy me a vacation?
I hear there's a nice aquarium and zoo in Salt Lake?
I hear there's a nice aquarium and zoo in Salt Lake?
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| dogs not invited on potential future vacation. they can vacation at the kennel. |
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