Today, I found out that Katie's dog almost got put down. Thanks to a quick-thinking friend, he's been spared. We found him a new home, and he'll live to eat another couch.
But randomly, after everything appeared to be resolved, I pulled a stack of papers down from a shelf above my desk. This picture flew out from the stack. I'm not a big believer in signs. When the rest of my family was finding "dimes from Katie", I was muttering under my breath about emotional crutches. I this this is a thank you, though. So, you're welcome, Katie. I'm glad I could help keep your big retarded dog* safe for now.
* And yeah, she knew I thought her dog was retarded.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
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:) Cool!
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