Dave and Gina got themselves a new pup and I invited myself to their house to see him (and to a meal, too).
Who can resist a wee lil pup??? Buddy? How can you ever get mad at that?
Dave tried to get him to stay still because apparently Buddy is very fascinated with cameras.
Awwwww…
*melts*
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Driving into the car porch, I noticed something on the roof of the garage.
Can you see it?
“Yea, I’m just going to lie here and chill…”
*sticks tongue out*
“Yes, I am indeed the king of the world.”
Okay, at least in your world, I give you that.
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Welcome back to the heat and humidity. It’s a love-hate thing, I guess.
I went out with dad to Maxis to get his mobile sorted (apparently he couldn’t send out any texts) and I had to wait for him in the car because I couldn’t get a park.
Sweat!
Well, I actually HAD a park but it was behind the building.
I was minding my own business, carrying the tray of eggs in my hand (and cans of pineapple in my bag) back to the car when I heard the sound of a motorcycle and I felt my bag hitting my ribs on the right. There was an older Chinese man standing not 3 feet from me saying, “You have to be careful, he was trying to rob you!”
That young Indian fart (he looked quite young) had the cheek to turn back and look if I fell or something. If only my reflexes kicked in earlier, I should’ve reached for one of the cans in my bag and threw it at him.
So there…my trusty bag. Torn. It was a freebie from Lancome (and it came from mom) but it served me well for YEARS!
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