Badger hates when I say that.
We stopped at the thrift store.
Badger will only wear shorts below the knees, and we’re having a terrible time finding them new.
She found one pair here.
As she was prowling through their craft supplies, she turned around and said, “Hey, there is a unicorn holding Froot Loops.”
I looked, and sure enough, there it was.
Badger Googled him when she got him home.
His name is Richard, and he's a Zuru Snackles.
Richie was going to Vier, but Badger plopped him in the washing machine.
He came out fluffy and is now sitting with my plague doctors.
I think he said he just had a bath.
He didn't want to end up covered in dirt and used as a football.
Cowboy got his glasses today.
Badger’s haven’t come in yet.
I'm guessing Badger’s Transitions lenses are taking longer.
They told me to wait until all three were ready, but Cowboy refused to wait.
Badger woke up early and threw spaghetti in the Crock-Pot.
Cowboy fussed, but we came home to a real meal instead of greasy fast food.
I appreciated it.
Badger and I took a walk just before sunset.
We came home and turned on the television.
I was listening to it while I went through blogs.
I was looking for Tennessee bloggers when I stumbled across LoneWolfConcerto.
He's had a pretty interesting life and has tons of stories to tell.
His memories from his time in California are really fun to read.
He's super open about his experiences, and I really enjoyed reading what he shared.
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