Scott stayed home from work again today, supposedly still suffering from his "man-cold". I asked him how he felt and he gave me puppy-dog eyes and moaned something about his cold having moved "behind his ears" and promptly went back to dozing on the couch. Poor injured lamb.
Hey look. There's a chickadee on my windowsill. Okay, you caught me. I have nothing interesting to share with you today. There's bound to be a few shitty blogs when you write one nearly every day.
kxx
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