my favorite things... my Mom, my bro, my dog Snoopy, who I used to let lick my mouth out, Scamper, my beautiful Labrodeagle, Spot, my fat stray cat, my Adam Ant lunchbox and matching pencil box, my cupie curls, my two year old pot belly, my foot deep pool... pretty fond of Scott's paisley catastrophe, too.
Ahh, Cape Cod and a camphor and mildew smelling cottage. Wonderful.
I owe a good pic of Dad, he belongs here to. I'll go digging through the ages.
Doesn't Mom look proud of her pumpkin? Hard to imagine that radiant being died two years later. I guess heaven needed a water aerobics instructor. Had jugs, would travel.
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