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A picture of my family from the seventies. Left to right: my dad, Aunt Louise, mom, me, sister-in-law Jay holding niece Andrea, sister Judy, brother Phil… he’s the one with the massive armpits sweat stains – no idea how Marian (mom) ever let him in the picture with them. Andrea, now a fashionable young lady, thought her mother had a blanket on her lap. But no. Those are her pants. And again I repeat, the seventies… the nadir of fashion.

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I saw something mysterious on the floor. Unwilling to get any closer to it than needed, I went to get a paper towel to pick it up. In the three seconds I was gone, this dog ate whatever it was. Pray god it wasn’t poop. He kisses me with that tongue.

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And if you’d simply get dinner out on time, I wouldn’t have to sit on your $50 bio of Dickens book to get your attention. Now let’s hurry with the food before I get the urge to drag my butt across it.

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I don’t care where you’re going. I don’t want to go and you can’t make me. Remember, I have “LeadButt”. If mom can’t move me off her chair or out of her spot in bed when I go limp and let my LeadButt do its thing, what makes you think you can drag me anywhere once I let it down.

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Dog 1:  Why do we have to bring the balls? He’s the one that wants to go bowling.

Dog 2:  I said I’m sorry. I can’t believe I bet that Dennis Rodman wouldn’t go back to North Korea.

Dog 3:  I’m telling you, that toilet water just rots the brain cells and causes you to make all kinds of stupid decisions.

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If you’re a dog walking dog and don’t know the trail, it’s always safe to follow the big guys because they must know where they’re going… right?

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Don’t know about your dogs, but my dogs walk other dogs to earn their kibbles. No free loaders in this house!

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No real reason to run this picture except it keeps me from having to think of something for today and it shows my baby sister at her finest… ok, and maybe embarrasses her just a little which is only icing on the cake. After all, what’s the use of having a kid sister if you can’t embarrass her every once in awhile… and by that, I mean embarrass her beyond the embarrassment she suffers every time we go somewhere and she hasn’t had the chance to correct my outfit before we’re seen in public. Actually, looking at this picture makes

Best Christmas present ever to give. Size doesn’t matter. Color not an issue. Never goes out of style. Just add some melted butter, pour yourself some vodka over ice to cut the buttery overload that eventually happens in your mouth and VOILA! good eating.

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