On Saturday, B accompanied me to East Petersburg, PA to attend my 2nd cousin's wedding, which involved a 3 hour car trip each way. And my wacky Mennonite family. And no dancing, nor alcohol at the reception. And he had been sick for the past 4 days.
*then*
Last night when I took Stewie out for his final walk, I stepped in dog shit. While wearing my favorite pair of sneakers. The ones that have a lot of grooves in the sole. I had barely started whining about it when B volunteered to clean them for me.
2.04.2008
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Umm, is it still love?
Signed,
Grim Giver of Stomach Viruses
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