Saturday, December 27, 2008

Life Is Good

Sailor here.

Life is loud. Life is messy. Life is full of loud messy little vending machines running all over my house, waving cookies and sandwiches. I burp a lot. Jib is told LeaveIt a lot. He likes his whiskers pulled. He likes his nose bopped. He likes the baby who is up off the ground and wobbling around.

I think he’s nuts.

Mom’s daughter and husband and Mom’s granddaughters came in the middle of the night and stayed. And stayed. Mom says they are staying for a long time. Mom says they are on vacation from Maine to California. They went from Real cold to California cold. They went from snow to rain. They are here. They are staying.

Life is good.


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