Got a visit from Nicole Kass and three of her little pups this afternoon. Three little bundles of joy. Just as cute as the day is long.

235. “Three little humdingers.”
236. “Baker just ‘knew’ that ‘things would be alright’ at this point.”
237. “This little ripsnorter stole my heart.”

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And just as soon as the little miracles were gone, we went back to our “old ways” of:

- Hating each other.
- Talkin’ shit.
- Cussing.
- Telling lies.
- Using Mark’s name in vain.