Dear Diary,
Busted.
Whatever, it was worth it. And Mother Person should buy Mini Person more interesting socks. This is just so mundane. A plaid perhaps? A quirky polka dot even? Live a little, lady.
Sigh. All my soap opera have been cancelled. Martha Stewart's time slot changed. I can't bare to deal with the DVR. It's all horrid, actually.
My squeaky mailman no longer squeaks. Buuuuhhhhhhhhhhh.
Might as well nap, but not in the sun, as we don't have a south facing apartment. Buuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh.
Sincerely,
Beans A. Wienerdog
PS-- Only 2 treats so far today... No wonder I'm listless and lethargic.
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