Instead of complaining about what a wreck my house is, how I am behind on everything here--dishes, laundry and general housekeeping--how one of the dogs has once again managed to nearly push me over the edge, or how yesterday Wyatt got a splinter in his foot that took three attempts to get out and I was convinced one of the neighbors would call the police due to the screaming, I will just leave you with a few pictures for now. Nobody likes a complainer.
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Nobody Likes A Complainer.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
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