Thursday, November 12, 2009
There Goes Trouble
All anybody ever wants is to leave their troubles behind. I've got lots more to say about the departure of my troubles, but today must simply be marked by the departure of one small Trouble. Your snaggle toothed, radar eared, death breathed, whimpering face gave us a lot of joy over the years. Here's to hoping there's a highchair out there some where that you can wait under for flying food for the rest of eternity. We'll miss you old girl.