We do not sit in window sills next to giantinormous windows above heardwood floors next to television sets just waiting for the moons to allign just so we fall down.
Hard.
Methinks she might have guessed trouble was a brewin'...
Now I just need to get a picture of him sitting on our dining room table reorganizing the ceramic candle holders and rifling through the mail.
I am thrilled he has refined his climbing skills so. Isn't my excitment just oozing out of my words?
I'm not even going to get into PoopGate 2008 - the worst possible way to spend a Friday evening. It's been three full days since the incident, and I still feel dirty.
Trust me, you don't even want to know.
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Not about Gabe, but your hardwood is amazing. It is all not painted white, nor does it have bizzare green specs like a certain neighbor of yours. Very nice.
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