Kylee spent her time well this weekend. She got drunk. We came home to find her leaning against the couch thinking about who her REAL friends were. As ever, click to enlarge the look of comtemplation on her face. She isn't sure at this point and by morning, NO ONE was her friend for not cutting her off early. Drinking has such phases, it starts with Wooooo this is fun! Then comes the belly check and the belch that might defy you. Lastly comes the "no one loves me phase."
She is clearly an angry drunk and had destroyed some things during this thinking.
Then.... what do a good many drunks do? They play baseball.
No idea which child lost this in my yard, but she owns it now.
I have told Mr. Morgan often to pick his bottles off the floor (yes sigh, floor) but he doesn't and a Corona was far too tempting to walk past.
-DM
Sunday, July 27, 2008
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4 comments:
She sure is a handful isnt she?!
She's ... something. Very different from Delilah, I ... falter.When you have one pet for so long and get another, I guess I expect that if I raise them the same, they will be the same. Couldn't be more wrong, even though that is so damned obvious. Delilah is all abotu herself and shares affection when she wants to, Kylee lives to be looked at and approached. She is a good girl, but yes lol, trouble. I'm still trying to accept her, although I love her, but it's my fault to not stop the comparison.
After my few experiences with Kylee, I am left wondering how you got her to hold still for even one second for camera shots.
BLD - Simple. Skillz nig! Lmao, truthfully, it's not easy she is quite the bullet. When I ask Mister to bring them by it's really Simon for you, and Kyles for Sue. I know how you love the little Russian.
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