Faced with the task of caring for Dylan and Snuffy on my own, I did what anyone would do: started a massive cleaning project and took a trip to the cemetery.
We've been expecting you.
I almost got some time to myself tonight, but Snuffy started barking at a key moment in the bedtime process and set me back a couple of hours.
Dylan got to meet Frederick Douglass. We would have kept going to visit Susan B. Anthony, but I guess someone is not impressed by things like equality and justice.
Snuffy and Dylan got a little mixed up about whose fluffy head is supposed to infringe on whose pictures.
Oh, and Snuffy found Jesus.
The entire downstairs of the house is a huge disaster at the moment. I'm sure Aaron would want me to wait for him to get home to clean it up so I don't strain myself.
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