Only 1200 miles and 18 hours in the car with Mike and Gus to go. Should be a breeze. Gifts? Check. Suitcases? Check. Bag 'o Snacks? Check. Dog sedative? Check. Talk to y'all when I get back! Merry Christmas!
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Things happen to me, I write about them. Sometimes it's sweet, usually it's snarky. This blog is the true story of what happens when two adults and a bad beagle live in a house with two toddler boys. Take the whole bunch and transplant them in Georgia. Think you can handle all that suspense and excitement? Join us. Never teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time and annoys the pig.
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I hope you made it OK! I thought you said you don't have to sedate Gus anymore? Merry Christmas!
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