Of the 360 warm/hot days of the Texan year, I picked the nastiest, wettest, coldest one to get locked out of my house. It wasn't even my fault; my key didn't work in the back door lock, which I didn't know, since I never really use the back door. But now that the doggerson is back there, I managed at 10 AM to get myself stuck outside with no cell
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(I'm happy to report that my girlfriend galenamoon's dachshunds are dealing fabulously with their new three week old baby. One is now nicknamed "Nurse Charlie" because he follows the baby around everywhere and guards it.)
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