I hate being sick. I have been coughing up small children since Tuesday. I almost have as many as Brad and Angelina. Or enough to start a baseball team - whatever.
In the meantime, Roxy had decided she doesn't like her fur and has started leaving chunks of it all over the place. I'm finding it in strange places. I've vacuumed up so much dog hair over the past week that I have enough to make very warm sweaters for the crazy people who want to hike to the North or South Pole just for the sake of doing so.
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