Some comments regarding the appearance Peggy and I made in the newspaper.
“I was looking at the paper when I thought to myself, ‘I know those dogs.’ Then I saw you.”
“Don’t give up your day job to become a model.”
“My wife was reading the paper, and she asked, “Isn’t this the man who you said visited your lodge?”
“I noticed that your dogs were leashed. I didn’t know your dogs had leashes.”
“I agree with you. When I see a VW van with a sticker that says Stumps Don’t Lie, I know I’m about to breathe oil.”
Most of the people we know have mentioned the article, and this comes as a surprise to us because we don’t get the paper. In fact, we still haven’t seen the article except on the Internet, and we can but hope that our printed photo wasn’t as big as it was bad. I do not have a beer belly. I do not wear pants that are two sizes too large. Peggy’s bangs are not plastered to the top of her head. Baxter’s black fur does not make him look like a black hole, although Bonnie really was hunkering down to poop—I can but hope that people thought she was curtsying.
Strange day
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This had been an extra short work week. Three days. Which means of course I
have no idea what day we are at.
Ana was dropped off this morning so I guess...