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Happy birthday to my wonderful godchild.  I hope your little family… including the dorky kid in the orange glasses… makes this day as special as you deserve it to be. Go nuts and have a TRIPLE shot latte… you earned it.

Sometimes you don’t really appreciate what you have until you lose it. Phoenix, our little baby osprey who managed to survive a fire that destroyed his nest and brought joy and laughter to all who knew him, died unexpectedly and suddenly this week. We still don’t know why. I suspect that god decided she needed more beauty and joy in heaven and so took Phoenix.  We will all miss him more than words can say.

Fly free with the wind, Phoenix. And don’t forget those of us who cut up smelly fish for you during your short and brilliantly lovely

There is nothing that plunger can bring up from that toilet that I might have (accidentally, of course) put down there that can touch me now. I just hope grandpa doesn’t need this back… ever.

I can’t believe my big brother would lie to me about how to use this.

So just back off with those damn training pants. This is your last warning, mom.

OK, so I was wrong and it stood for defusion, not detonation. I liked the bang anyway.  Don’t see why I should have to run away because he’s so darn mad… wait, he’s in the navy. The ocean is no refuge for me.

Let’s see… does that stand for Explosive Ordinance Defusion or Detonation? I think I’ll just hit this plunger and find out….

I give up my diaper for no man or woman. And my brother is backing me up.