Nothing says HAPPY BIRTHDAY USA like Shelties in red-white-and-blue polo shirts. Bonnie and Bronco were, oh gosh, so excited to dress up for you today.
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Well, now. Bullets are flying all over the internet and they just landed here. I was tagged by Jen, bless her heart, who tossed this at me: Think back on the last 15 years of your life. How would you summarize your life in just 10 bullet points? In no particular order: Understudied Rum Tum [...]
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I hate to have to break it to him like this. Rick, it’s over. I have found a New Lover. It’s a commenter on my blog. And so the dogs and the chickens and the turkeys and I are leaving. You knew it was coming, right? OK, maybe you didn’t see it coming, because I [...]
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I was thinking of proclaiming this Embarrassing Stories Week, but I’m not sure now. After all, I pretty much tell something embarrassing about myself daily or thereabouts anyway. All I can say about the week ahead is, “We’ll see.” Which, as you know, is ParentSpeak for “If you ask me about that again, I will [...]
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. . . and a damn liar. Why did I bring this Tool of Satan into the house anyway? Oh, right. The husband’s birthday. That still doesn’t explain why I had to get involved with it. But there it sat, whispering my name softly and winking at me, and while I may look tough on [...]
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Yesterday I showed up at the DMV, hat in hand and begging for mercy, and repaid my debt to society. They issued me a paper tag to stick in my rear window and gave me until the end of July to get my smog check. (That’s dangerous. I’d better do it before it falls off [...]
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It started on Friday afternoon when I got pistol-whipped to the ground and left for dead by an angry policeman. Then there was a lot of painting and a lot of planting, and I almost but not quite washed my truck. Hmmm. Where to begin? I hear a lot of you screaming “Painting!” and a [...]
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I realized today that I would be a perfect evil villain in a James Bond movie. I often go out to the coop and pick up a random chicken, tuck it under my arm and carry it around as I do whatever it is that I do. Today I was carrying Tammy Faye around the [...]
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