I sent Dukis all of our baby-making crap a few months ago. Yesterday, I recieved a lovely and thoughtful thank you note.
A clam, with instruction to "Kick me."
Also, because I had coveted this item from the SS.
I'm probably going to put it on my Guess denim jacket that I still have from the second grade.
And then this, to show you why dogs are crappy care-takers and only think of themselves.
This is Woody, using my foot as a pillow and I am on the edge of the couch because Jake is behind my back, stretching out his longass legs every few minutes, in an effort, I can only assume, to finish me off in my moment of weakness.