You know, this blog is titled "Life with Duane". It seems that I should talk about Duane more.
He was traumatized this morning by a (dog)poop explosion. I fear that he will never be able to change diapers. The explosion was my fault. I had to rush out yesterday morning, and usually I walk the dogs. I let Brisco out, but he doesn't usually poop till after the walk. I ended up being gone all day, which was not the plan. When you gotta go, you gotta go. At least it was done on a cement floor.
A side note to Cate: Just remember that you are fabulous! Don't let school make you anxious, you can do anything.
A side note to myself: I have to remember that I am a fabulous real estate salesperson!
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