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Sh*t My Dogs Eat, Part Deux
Twins have a thing. A true DNA-level psychic connection, where they can directly sense thoughts or feelings from their siblings, no verbal communication necessary. The Puggle and the Fuggle don’t...
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Time Well Spent
I’ve been hanging with #5 today. He’s taller every time I see him, which right now is only every Sunday. He’s fourteen. A freshman. Still chatty. He’ll hug me again now, but only sideways and only as...
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Boy, there was a lot of swearing the last time I was here. I thought about editing it out, but then I thought ah, screw it. Well, that’s not exactly what I thought. . . Besides, everything I said then...
View ArticleThe Fuggle’s Latest Artistic Endeavor
Sunday I was folding some laundry on my bed, and I saw this: I thought maybe I’d dropped a lipstick. That’s not a thing that I do, dropping a lipstick. I have a very strong respect for my unnecessarily...
View ArticleBecause Of Course It Did
I suspect most parents have moments where they stop spinning in circles for a breath and wonder what the hell happened. I’ve been channeling my inner David Byrne (“My God/how did I get here?“) most of...
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