Goodnight, Irene
We've been running late all day, at least since I was unable to get Baby Dog's garment over her head on the first three tries and each successive attempt became a bigger struggle until it turned into a full-on screaming meltdown. After work, we were late eating dinner, late getting Baby Dog into the bath, late getting her to bed, and only now at 9:30 is she asleep, the dishes done, the dog fed, the counter cleaned, and peace reigning. I just want to lie down, read my book, have some ice cream, and commune with the wife. So goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene, I'll see you in my dreams.
posted by PapaDogDuvalier | 9:28 PM
1 Comments:
Some days are like that - you run late and the whole day goes off-kilter!
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