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“Where’s my Mama?”, starring Reacher.
“Is that my Mama? Oh. No, that’s a bird.”
“Is THAT my Mama? Oh. No, that’s the dog who lives next door. Where’s my Mama?”
“My Mama is NOT behind this bucket.”
“My Mama is NOT over in that corner of the yard chattering at squirrels. That’s Corbie.”
“My Mama is not IN the bucket!”
“Dude! She’s not up here!”
“I’ll take a nap while I’m waiting. Then I need to get gussied up in my finest finery!”
“Hm. This seems a little small. Perhaps I’ve gained a little weight since I had my special going-home outfit commissioned!”
“Maybe I need to eat a little and let my super-special going-home vest stretch a bit.”
“I just don’t get this high-fashion nonsense. Is it supposed to fit like this? I guess so…”
“Okay, Mama! I’m ready for you!”
Patience, Reacher-Creature. She’ll be here before the end of the day, weather willing!
I forgot to mention that Reacher and Corbie turned one yesterday. Happy birthday, sweet boys!
“I don’t know who his Mama is, but he can’t have MY DADDY.”
Previously
2010: The worst part of having surgery is having to wait for it to be time to HAVE the surgery.
2009: “They’re rejects from the nursery!”
2008: No entry.
2007: Beach Roses (fiction).
2006: Giggling like that is EXACTLY something Fred would do.
2005: Taking the day off.
2004: I don’t believe I mentioned that the Bean has tapeworms.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: And I yelled “Any fucking thing else?!”, addressing, I guess, God.
2000: Okay, so I don’t have much to say today.