Instead of bringing back t-shirts or art or pottery from Ruidoso, Alan and I brought back sore throats (thanks, Bailey and Marlee). So since neither one of us can afford to be sick right now, we're breaking down and doing the unthinkable - going to the doctor tomorrow. I don't do doctors, which doesn't mean I don't have sex with them because OF COURSE I do that, I just don't like to go when I'm sick. I feel so stupid going to the doctor for a cold. But what if it turns into something else and then it's two weeks later and I'm feeling worse, blah, blah, blah. So...we're going.
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Look how sweet he is with his paws crossed in that "I'm so angelic" kind of way.
Or he could be thinking "mwhahhhaah, silly people came back. Just wait until they figure out what I did while they were gone..."
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