10.21.2011
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10.14.2011
10.13.2011
The Wonderful Thing About Kirbies
10.12.2011
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I have a big 6 foot bean bag chair, mushed out into a chair-ish shape. I have a No Leg on my left rolled into a ball, slightly tucked under my arm pit, and an All Leg upside down on my right with its tail tickling my thigh. My constant loop of FRIENDS DVDs continues. It's The One with Chandler in a Box. That's me right now, and it is satisfying.
No picture. Tough luck for you. ;) See you tomorrow.
10.11.2011
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10.09.2011
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10.07.2011
Celebration
Why not?
Because someone does that approve. Someone said that you are not meant to do these things, and you should draw yourself in invisible border, and never ever try.
That's the "Are Not" list.
Then there is the list of things that we weren't supposed to do. That's because were weren't supposed to, but we did it anyways. That is the list that MauDog keeps. When your death date is written on a calendar, it creates the opportunity for a lot of things that you won't be able to do. But everybody (at least everybody who has ever had a conversation with Lord Kirby) knows that a Coton de Tulear is a creature of No Limits. I suppose there was a mix up there. But even when Nature wrongs you with structural difficulty, and "professionals" (we are upgrading from "someone" to professionals) tell you that IVDD will prevent you from jumping, rolling over, running, climbing, being cradled like a baby, or otherwise doing any activity that doesn't involve having your body parallel to the ground with all feet on the ground....
Well... Someone can be wrong.