Author: Launi

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Brave Girl

Once upon a time, there was this cute girl who played soccer. She play so much soccer that one day, she totally tore her ACL.

Fast forward and here we are. She was called in much sooner than expected,  for repair surgery because someone else canceled and she got their spot. Brave girl, Lil!

Back at home now, she is loving fruit smoothies and sitting back in the recliner…exactly like she’s supposed to.

And her mom’s a pro at adjusting her brace…

and unwrapping…

and unwrapping…

and unwrapping her leg…

to see what a good job the doctor did! And what a great job Lily is doing too. Not much bruising, so far.

She’s even mastering crutches like a pro….something I never did figure out. 

We’re so proud of you honey!! Rest and keep healing. We love you!

 

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The Big Snow Ripoff

We went all through Thanksgiving with no snow.

Not a flake.

Then came Christmas.

Still wearing sandals.

What is this, California?!

No. It’s Utah–you know–“the greatest SNOW on earth!”

A bunch of us actually love the stuff and we’re feeling teriffically scamed.

Then one night, for some odd reason, I was awake at 4 am. I just woke up and decided to see if it was even cold out side.

It was.

AND IT WAS SNOWING!!!!

It was covering the grass…

and my car! I was so happy!! At last, at last!! Snow!! Heeeee!

Of course It was gone by morning and the grass was as thick and green as the fake stuff at the soccer field. No one even believed me when I told them that it really did snow.

But I have a witness.

This dude saw it too.

So HA!

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Hobbes Is Perplexed

“Dali is here one moment…

and disappears behind the curtain the next.

What are those tiny, squeeky sounds coming from the closet?! I’m gonna wait right here and see.

And now she’s back! Something fishy is going on here!

That’s it!! I’m telling on you.

“MOMMMMMM!”

Ohhh Hobbes.

 

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Seasonal Dilemma

So–I have this puzzle. It’s pretty, sure. It’s half finished, which is a plus. It’s Thomas Kinkade, so that says it all.

But there is a problem with it. Actually three, to be precise.

Number one: It’s missing a piece. An edge piece. Can you sense my eye twitching madly?

Number two: It’s reaaaally hard. I don’t believe I’ve ever said those words in a complainy, whiney voice about a puzzle before. I LOVE hard ones, but this one is almost irritating instead of challenging. Alllll the saaaaame colorrrrrrrs!!! Yikes.

And lastly,

Number 3: There is a snowman. I’m fine with it. There is even a bright red scarf around that snowman and somehow, I’m still fine with it.

BUT there is a wreath on the lamp post. A Christmas wreath. Totally betraying the fact that I’m doing this CHRISTMAS puzzle…

after Christmas.

How can I bear it? There are rules about things like this.

Deep breath. Deep breath.

Perhaps I can comfort myself by imagining that this perfect family in this perfect house in this perfect Thomas Kinkade painting…

in real life isn’t any better at putting their Christmas stuff away in January…

than I am. 

Yeah, that works.

Heh, heh.

 

 

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The Baby Sirens

Eleven days old and eyes not quite opened yet. The pictures are much more blurry than I’d like–

but we were nearly frantic to get them before Dali came and snatched the babies out of our hands. Which she is more than happy to do if they make the slightest peep.

She’s kind of a weird mom. She acts like she doesn’t trust us AT ALL.

As if we’ve ever gobbled up any of her babies before.

Sheesh.

So our quest is to hold them as much as we can without them setting off the alarm bells…

which then triggers mama, and she comes running. Seriously. One meow and it’s all over. If we don’t put it back in the box she will take it herself. It’s nuts.

Oh, yeah. We didn’t make it. Party’s over. Here comes mama.

Little nark.