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We’ve been motoring along here. The chickens, at just over three weeks, continued in their baby dinosaur phase. Mostly, like any babies, they ate, slept, pooped, and required frequent changes of their dirties. A new puppy, just in time for my sister’s 29th birthday, and my 40th. He – Einstein – sleeps quite . . . → Read More: Moving right along Three, to be precise. We combined them into a single dinner to keep our (my) sanity intact, since I am also cooking for tomorrow’s superbowl dinner and next Saturday’s baby shower for Gabs. But first, to the humor impaired fuckwit who took some weird offense at my “sarcasm” based on my being funny about the . . . → Read More: Birthdays, we got birthdays |
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