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Thankful Thursday

I am thankful the Little League game ended in a win last night, and I could rush my blanket-clad self to the car and turn on the heater. I swear, when I took out my cell phone, it felt like a slab of ice. THAT'S HOW COLD IT WAS. After three days of lovely warm weather, it was a bitter slap.

I am NOT thankful for the ripped pieces of Burger King bag and french fry carton strewn across the floor this morning, DEEJAY, YES I'M TALKING TO YOU. Bad dog. And less-than-tidy kid who didn't throw away his trash, but left it on the table close enough to the edge to cause bad-dogness.

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lisaalbert
Apr. 23rd, 2009 01:43 pm (UTC)
LOL. Deejay wanted a late night snack, huh?
lkmadigan
Apr. 24th, 2009 01:06 pm (UTC)
He's fond of tissues from the garbage, too.

Ick.
tracyworld
Apr. 23rd, 2009 03:26 pm (UTC)
Sometimes it doesn't even have to be close to the edge to cause dog bad-ness around here. Sigh.

Hope you've thawed out.
lkmadigan
Apr. 24th, 2009 01:06 pm (UTC)
On the bright side, I guess it keeps him limber, to get up on his hind legs and surf the counter.

I did thaw, finally. Brr.
sheela_chari
Apr. 23rd, 2009 06:44 pm (UTC)
I was just thinking about you the other day, Lisa. I always associate spring with your photographs. And it's spring here, finally.
:-)

and cold too.

lkmadigan
Apr. 24th, 2009 01:07 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Sheela. Howzit goin'?
sheela_chari
Apr. 24th, 2009 03:05 pm (UTC)
The sun's out and I just spoke on the phone with my editor for the first time. So, life is good!

Hugs...nice to "talk" to you.
susanwrites
Apr. 23rd, 2009 07:45 pm (UTC)
Yeah on the game! Too funny on the snack.

I'm so glad Cassie hasn't figured out that she is easily big enough to pull anything she wants to off the counter or anywhere else.
sealy38
Apr. 24th, 2009 06:13 pm (UTC)
Ah. I remember those days very well. Dog, kid, muddy floors in winter, chalk figures all over the deck, and for me it was cross-county meets under an umbrella.

Wouldn't trade those memories for anything, but wouldn't want to do it again. I love those kids, but now they have to take care of their own places and clean up after their own pets.

Pass the coffee and cookies while I grab a new novel. Thanks.
cmfletcher
Apr. 25th, 2009 06:00 am (UTC)
As we say in my house: There are no bad dogs...only dogs that sometimes do bad things!
lkmadigan
Apr. 25th, 2009 10:40 pm (UTC)
We never actually call them bad dogs, or even yell at them. Sometimes I will spell the words, though, all the while speaking cheerfully, "You are a B-A-D dog. Yes, you are. Yes, you are."


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