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Wednesday, February 01, 2006
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What would this be? like part two or something? I guess.
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So I get home. My toes thawed out after about an hour. Or a long time anyway. Picking up a fresh baked cookie (I had spent most of the morning baking. Oatmeal scotchies and choc. chips. Whoa yeah!) Ok, ok. I picked up a cookie, made a cup of tea and settled down in front of the woodstove.
"Nathan's coming."
"What?"
"Nathan. Derek's bringing him over."
"Oh good! This should be fun."
A little guy with no jacket soon stood knocking at the door. Leaving his shoes at the door, he came inside asking all kinds of questions as he came.
"Hi Leslie. How are you? Is this your dog? Is he a boy? What's his name? He's fine. Let him go. I don't mind if he jumps on me. Why is this one in the box? Can you let him out of the box?"
Nathan stuck his fingers inside the crate and pulled them out again. "Ick! She licked me!" I did let her out so he could see her. Then Mom, in order to distract the dog from jumping on Nathan, whom she was as tall as, brought her out to the kitchen for a treat.
I offered Nathan a cookie. "Sure." And sndo lo que prefiero
prefiero simplemente no poder ser lo que quiero |
posted by cori
2/01/2006 05:49:00 PM
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| The ShugaBowl |
| Sounds like some kind of sports thing, but in reality, the ShugaBowl is just a little hideaway for me, Sugarcube herself, to let loose my thoughts and occasional creativeness. |
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