Monday, January 07, 2013


We took down the Christmas tree today.

Our living room looks so much larger, and Z. had no special place to hide and chew on her crack-pup anymore.  Yes, she has a crack-pup.  It's a stuffed toy golden lab, a children's toy, and the way she looks at it you'd think it was full of drugs and she was a lifelong addict.

It's full of stuffing and her favouritist thing in the world is to disembowel stuffed animals.  This toy must have been high quality because she's barely got the nose ripped open.  She growled at me when I tried to take it away, like really growled at me.  So then I had to take it and play with it myself until she got the message.  All your toys belong to us.

She got it.  She's pretty smart.

For an addict.

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