Wednesday, February 17, 2010

February 16, 2010
What is that you ask? It's my demon dog. Under the bed. When I'm late for work. How does she know how to pick the worst days? It's clearly a special gift. I had to open the garage to get her to come out....dang dog.

1 comment:

  1. I detect a grin and a dialogue balloon, "can't reach me, I'm too far in. :)"