A little before lunch, I sent Biggy an email, picking at him for not commenting on my shuttle post. He tends not to read my entries if they are longer than a bumper sticker or more substantial than a Cheeto. Below is the email chain, starting at the bottom.
For anyone else I might have bored with my long story, here are Stella and Fay in their new sweaters, frolicking on Georgia's bed while she's away at school:
13 comments:
...Wash my sheets...sicko
I was gonna say the same thing.
collin, don't you have both of those sweaters?
blahhhh . . . no sexy skull and crossbones like my dear Elsa.
cheers,
jessica
Are we making this a contest, Jessica?
Sure you wanna go there?
T, she's right. Her dogs sweater is much cooler. Yours are a little embarrassing.
tania, it's too warm for sweaters. they should still be wearing their t-shirts.
Did you make those sweaters? I hate to admit it, but they do look adorable.
Those dogs look great in their sweaters. If I hadn't just had lunch, I might have to eat both of those pups with a spoon.
I SMELL CONTEST!
If I showed anyone here those pictures and told them they were my familys dogs they would never talk to me again.
I pretty much get the same response, Sadie.
Just the gray one, MM.
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