and so we returned from the mountain and now we are here. we miss our little mountain house- it was the loveliest most magical place i have seen in awhile. now i am watching the democratic national convention, pooty is resisting sleep in her bed speaking in high pitched voices with her little animal babies ( a small german made white tiger and a fawn)
who she has been chatting with all day on and off in a lovely very communicative manner.
michelle obama just spoke. i am not happy about obama's running mate so much so that i almost dont want to vote- but then i become part of the problem right?
if your not for us your a turd.
i am that turd.
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