I walked Levy Trail South this morning in 34:57.
Joe had his first birthday three days ago, and I'm pleased to report that his tornadic traits are on the wane. It's been several weeks since he last climbed into one of our living room bookcases and thrown books all over the fucking place. He rarely wakes me much before seven a.m. I could go on and on, but other than his tendency to tear toilet paper rolls to shreds, he's OK. There's a pretty good chance I will not return him to the Little Rock Animal Village.
QUESTION OF THE DAY
Does it seem to anyone else that Serena Williams played better tennis when she was not built like Oprah Winfrey?
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