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

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.
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.
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.

Apr. 24th, 2009 01:07 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Sheela. Howzit goin'?
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.
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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.
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!
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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