Thursday, January 6, 2011

I told you so.

Allow myself to quote...myself. The following is an excerpt from a post that appeared on June 24, 2009:

"I’m also coming to grips with the fact that my future husband has probably broken down by now and gotten himself a big, slobbering, smelly, flea-ridden dog."

Click here to read the post in it's entirety.

Elise may not be big, and she doesn't really slobber, and she doesn't have fleas.


But she does smell sometimes.

And she IS a dog.

ONCE. Just once, I'd like to be wrong about something.

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