Yeppers. Last night I took the dog out to the front lawn. Ice underneath the snow. Fell twice. Knuckles and knees bleeding, collar came off the dog. I came back inside and had a mental breakdown. So many issues on top of the fall. A good geeky friend leant me her shoulder to cry on. Then I contucont working, after I bandaged my boo boos.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
