Tonight Gus (our basset hound) laid his head on my lap while I bathed the littlest duck. While he laid, he talked with me. It was hysterical. He moaned and muttered telling me the saddest tale. I almost felt bad for laughing so hard. Ah, I am thankful for Gus the bus.
We did Saturday night church. I am a fan. All the love of a Sunday, before Sunday. Thus allowing your Sunday to actually be a day of rest. Genius. I am thankful for Saturday night church.
I am tired. I need some rest. I am thankful for the big cozy bed that is waiting.
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