There is such an immense difference between knowing your dog will die — eventually, as all dogs do, probably even sometime in the next five years — and thinking that your dog will die sometime in the next few days.
I am so glad to have returned to the former state.
Fairly sure sign that I’m sick — lying on the couch with a book, NOT reading.
I feel bad for my dogs that they can’t read.
Ratings on Christmas movies are so consistently deflated, there’s just absolutely no way to tell which ones will be good and which will be terrible. It’s like eating Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans.
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