mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
2012 day 2 reaclimitizing | recovering nicely falling asleep face first
on a plate that only recently served up a hot batch of toll house
cookies
sleeping off her toll house cookie crumbs. yup. wouldn't trade her in. she's a good kind of trouble.
upon dismounting my baby tractor (lawn mower) she went ape crazy as though she hadn't seen me in five weeks. now that is the greeting I expect two days ago. guess I had to feed and walker her a few times first, showing her who is alpha, well, and letting her lick up toll house cookie crumbs may have been a significant variable in the joyful frolicking post mower greeting.
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