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Lemme splain.
No. There is no time. Lemme sum up.
I'm still friends with Krispy. This is very happy. She is as bewilderingly delightful as I recall.
I put lots and lots of flowers in my hair and danced around, but there were other people there this time.
Searsport is very small. There are three people thereabouts I badly miss already.
A TV on which some guest pushing the channel button causes the dvd player to be irreperably nonfunctional until one buys a particular remote is a badly designed tv.
Doing one's internet stuff in a public library is almost as annoying in its own way as not being able to watch any of a ridiculously large assortment of new movies. Well, not really. But still.
Cruger Island is good at night.
There is no possible better music to have playing when driving for a late-night vet emergency than Weird Al's "Nature Trail to HEEEEEEEELLL."
Even a veterinary emergency cannot keep me from enjoying the process of jumping out of a car, scurrying over to the big white mailbox to grab the drugs, and shouting to my compatriot to rev up the car.
Nick kicks ass. You all knew that, but it bears repeating.
My horse also kicks ass.
She needs a little work under saddle though. My boyfriend apparently made a comment about her for which he shall pay very dearly indeed.
Brownie thinks horses are big and scary. Grace thinks Brownie is quite interesting. Not so much so as grass, but still.
I'm about to go back to school. Much fear. Much fear. Much joy.
The Manishewitz is gone.
No. There is no time. Lemme sum up.
I'm still friends with Krispy. This is very happy. She is as bewilderingly delightful as I recall.
I put lots and lots of flowers in my hair and danced around, but there were other people there this time.
Searsport is very small. There are three people thereabouts I badly miss already.
A TV on which some guest pushing the channel button causes the dvd player to be irreperably nonfunctional until one buys a particular remote is a badly designed tv.
Doing one's internet stuff in a public library is almost as annoying in its own way as not being able to watch any of a ridiculously large assortment of new movies. Well, not really. But still.
Cruger Island is good at night.
There is no possible better music to have playing when driving for a late-night vet emergency than Weird Al's "Nature Trail to HEEEEEEEELLL."
Even a veterinary emergency cannot keep me from enjoying the process of jumping out of a car, scurrying over to the big white mailbox to grab the drugs, and shouting to my compatriot to rev up the car.
Nick kicks ass. You all knew that, but it bears repeating.
My horse also kicks ass.
She needs a little work under saddle though. My boyfriend apparently made a comment about her for which he shall pay very dearly indeed.
Brownie thinks horses are big and scary. Grace thinks Brownie is quite interesting. Not so much so as grass, but still.
I'm about to go back to school. Much fear. Much fear. Much joy.
The Manishewitz is gone.