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I went and saw CAKE and it was teh sex. I am very tired now. Very tired.

Dog show tomorrow and sunday. Pray for Dot's championship, people. PRAY.

I'm dying my hair soon. Yayness for newness.

My best friend is pregnant. This is extremely hard for me, but I have promised Will that I will try my damnedest not to be a terrible cunt to her if she decides to carry to term. Pro-lifers should keep their mouth shuts in this blog unless they want my cowboy boot up their ass. Just saying. It's her choice.

Massively bad weather here. Storms galore. Scary shit. Have you ever tried to wash a dog on a deck between downpours? I thought not. Let me tell you, it's both very cool and very scary.

Roger is eating cereal now. In a week or so, he will be weaned. And soon, he shall enter the world as Roger Workman. Or whatever we decide to change his name to.

I have found my horse. His name is Frank. Now I need to find a way to pay for Frank.

I want fresh tomatoes. And raspberries. Not together. Or maybe I do. So what?

Okay, I need to go pack the car so I forget nothing at 7 am tomorrow, when the kids are loaded and we are rushing off.