Wherein a mother of "advanced maternal age" moans and marvels at the antics of an active five-year-old, discusses the absurdities of life in the wilds of urban Alaska.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Still sad (but for a good reason this time)
Tomorrow would have been Finnigan's 11th birthday.
3 comments:
Hope good memories help the day just a little. Thinking of you, friend.
Hugs today.
I can see why. Beautiful dog :)
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