I never realized how much our Williams-Sonoma kitchen towels (a nice gift from Uncles Dave and Cliff, who have great taste) resembled a road for a monster truck to drive on.
Then we started crawling around like a dog. Up...
over...
around...
and through the legs. Sounds like the teleplay for the Harlem Globetrotters.
And here was yesterday morning, just to give you a picture of my wacky week thus far.
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Are you sure you want to take him swimming? Who knows what he might cook up there.
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