She’s a Rolling Fool |
First
though, I know you have been waiting with bated breath, sitting on the edge of
your seat, biting your fingernails to hear who the mysterious “other
woman” who was supposed to stay the night at the cottage. I am sure you will be very disappointed
to hear that she did not come. Something about
problems with her ticket. So we
shall never have that mystery solved.
Who, why, where…? The
disappointment sent Allison and I further into the vodka and Pringles spiral
that is beginning to get out of control (at least on the Pringles front.
Allison now has canker sores from the damn things while I just can’t
button my pants…)
Annelise
continues to amaze me at her walking progress. While my girl, well, she, being a
Mericle is brilliant, but apparently a little lazy. In hindsight, I now regret explaining to
her about the handicap accessible ramps in the
You’ll
see what I mean below.
6:59
pm
7:04
pm
7:11
pm (Hi Mom!)
7:18
pm (what’s over in this corner?)
7:19
pm (Oh, Goody a ball)
7:29
pm (Wow, I’ve almost made a circuit of the entire room)
7:30
pm (I’m tired now, guess I’ll roll in my blanket and go to sleep)
When
I first brought her home, I could put her down in one place and there
she’d be when I came back. But now, well, rolling is her calling. And she can get almost anywhere and get
almost anything without ever making the effort of putting one foot in front of the
other. That’s my girl.
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