My dog is mad at me. It's beautiful and warm outside at 830am and he wants to play in the yard. But the upstairs neighbour isn't awake yet and her bedroom is the outside wall, so she hears everything. It's be another hour-ish (she's having vacation sleep-ins) so I have to wait with a sulky dog.
Just cleaning. Been letting things go a bit lately, time to get it back in shape.
It's a beautiful day. It's 86. The real feel is 98. 40% chance of rain.
Well. Break is over.
Have good day!
Happy Monday.
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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.
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.
