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Yesterday will not go down in history as my finest day. After hearing the news that my pastor is retiring, and trying to process the info, I heard some other devastating news. I ended up texting my sister, who was sick at home, something flippant about both pieces of info. Turns out she didn't know the second. I'm SUCH an idiot.
Then I got home, and we found Zaccheus running free in the house. We had put him in the playroom behind the gate before we left, so we figured he had somehow climbed over it or through it, or under it. Apparrently, he is quite the Houdini, which makes him, I suppose, the Zucchini. But then we realized that I had left the dog door open, and we already know he can get out of the fence. (the little brat!) So, either he climbed over the gate, and into the kitchen, or he got out of the fence, let himself inside, and closed the door behind himself, or he got out, a neighbor found him, and put him in our unlocked house while we were gone. I hope if the last one is true, which is the most likely, that they didn't do anything yucky while they were here.
Of course, we didn't build it from scratch, like last time. We just took it out of the box and assembled it. But the fact that I got it for 50% off the original price makes up for that. Don't you think?





harmonica for the boy, among all the wonderful assortment in Caleb's bag was a canister of Flarp. In case you don't know what Flarp is, I will enlighten you. It is essentially a can full of farts. And who doesn't like hearing a good poot? Of course the toot putty produced, along with the sound of butt burps, uproarious laughter. 