I think I'll continue my delirious posts. Late night is morning in America. Sounds like a radio show--coming soon.
Today, Boise pissed on Cathreen's mom's blanket, shat on her blue mats that look like yoga mats but aren't. Someone locked him in, not knowing he was there. This made me upset, but nothing like it makes Cathreen upset when she comes home from work. She says, "It's no one's fault," to herself, with unfocused eyes, and builds a Fisher-Price castle for the baby.
"Talented," her sister says to cheer her up.
"I'm a talented wife," Cathreen says. She made the cat tower as well. The smell of cat pee has dissipated, thank God, and tomorrow everything will be like new. Her sister is wearing one of Cathreen's shirts. Boise is playing with the plastic wrapping for the castle.
Professor Dog, I think, what is your analysis? A toy and a good chew and attention, as always, many happy returns, the exhileration of life, more food.
She's still out there finishing up the castle, and I've finished the third first draft of my novel and want a hug, another hug, another.
the project has moved
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- Two In-Laws, a Baby, Three Dogs, and a Cat (#12)
- Two In-Laws, a Baby, Three Dogs, and a Cat (#13)
- Two In-Laws, a Baby, Three Dogs, and a Cat (Last)
- Hierarchies Part 1
- Hierarchies Part 2
- Hierarchies Part 3
- Hierarchies Part 4
- Hierarchies Last Part
- Getting Old Quickly
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- Getting Old Quickly 0.03
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