| My wife has a tender heart.
During her bike ride this evening, she came across a lost kitten. The kitten followed her, and she couldn't resist. She walked around knocking on neigboor's doors to see if she had an owner, and had no such luck. So she took her home and has been taking care of her all night.
Her name is Mac. She made a home atop our Macbook (it was temporary). I told Christy that she probably thought it was warm or something.
I'm taking her to the humane society tomorrow morning after class. She seems sweet enough; wish we could have a pet.
My wife has a tender heart. |
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| Nothing new. Taking care of business.
I have the next 3 days off. I have no idea of what to do with such a supply of free-time. I'll start by sleeping in.
Classes start back up a week from today. Sheesh.
I'm in no hurry.
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| I'm hating on Hastings because my special-ordered copy of the new Rocky Votolato album still hasn't come in yet.
"In transit." Pshhh.
Tomorrow's a free day. What to do, what to do. |
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| So the swimming never happened. Instead we "navy-sealed" it and got the contraband. Quite a bit of drama, and we were for sure in the thick of it.
It's only suiting that the house goes out with a bang like that. |
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| Steve-o is married. The 507 is no more, but the family will always be.
Now it's time for swimming with ZFA. |
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