Some business first. Many squishies and love to Big D for hacking into the Big Woo and responding to my request for response to his preferential treatment from Little M.
Love. Warm. Heart.
Secondly, thanks to those on Facebook and other whereabouts who responded to my call for feeding advice. Tender and wise you all are. I've written down a list and am trying it all out. Description of results to come. I particularly like the ice tray suggestion. And those sickos who suggested an IV. Or maybe, that was just me.
But now...I've got nothing. I'm stuck between a place of wanting to write about real day to day stuff, and not wanting to become a one note wonder. Hmm. It's like high school journaling all over again.
Life in the Woo is solid. Let's just leave it at that. Day 11...you're killing me.
Here's something fun. Burt Reynolds AND Dolly Parton.
She gets him. She leaves the whorehouse and goes to the legislature.
Shelby
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