Monday, May 23, 2011

a confession



We boarded Ike this weekend while we attended a friend's wedding. .00001% of me was worried he'd be raptured without us, all by himself in a 3x6 foot run, with nothing but his bone, a t-shirt that smelled like me, and his bed. Doesn't his expression above just scream, "I'm being raptured all by myself?"

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