Buffy, our family dog of fifteen years, may be on the down hill slope of health. As of yesterday, she couldn't move the lower part of her body and she's been rather fragile the past year or so anyway. Almost two years ago Buffy lost one of her front legs to a tumor earning her the infamous nicknames "Tripod" and "I-Lean." She struggles with arthritis and is almost completely blind and deaf. It breaks my heart, but I know she's an old dog and she's had a good life.
Phrases from the past week that I don't want to forget:
"For the love of the flu."
"I am the soil."
"Eeep."
"I got my swim trunks. I got my flippy floppies."
Hmm.
By Friday the 20th I will have read over 250 student submissions or at least that's the plan. If I succeed, I'll automatically be an editor for the school publication, Zephyrus.
Last year at this time, I was in L.A. with Miss B; this fact depresses me slightly.
God is good. I am not. That is all.
4 comments:
amen to last sentence! (for me too i mean)
Miss B is still here for you baby. At least the weather was L.A. reminiscent this weekend. No flight dizziness.
I'm on a boat!
I'm on a ....... boat!
Never thought I'd be on a boat...
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPP!!
Still wanna make-over Wednesday?!?!
sorry about your doggie friend :( If you get sad this week you should come see me and my pretty new room! LOVES!
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