Mabel, in an anxious fit of "where the hell is my daddy?!" ate the foam pads lining the insides of our car's cupholders.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Case of the Mondays
I'll try not to jinx our living situation, but luck may finally be on our side. After much work in the trenches, Lindsay has found us a place to live in Tacoma. Bayside Gardens is the name, and it is a mere .5 of a mile away from the hospital where Lindsay is going to be spending her next assignment.
Mabel, in an anxious fit of "where the hell is my daddy?!" ate the foam pads lining the insides of our car's cupholders.
Mabel, in an anxious fit of "where the hell is my daddy?!" ate the foam pads lining the insides of our car's cupholders.
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the foam pads probably tasted somewhat reminiscent of caramel macchiatos and Gatorade 'Rain'. I woulda' eaten them too if placed in a fit of stressful rage.
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