I may have to cut this little shin-ding short. My dear dog, Federico has, like any good raptor, found a weakness in the fence system. He is getting out. TWICE he's been out. TWICE his guardian angel has put him back with me.
Now I may have to cut this trip short because I am not going to put Jeff through this mess.
Mom hates it - she has decided to dive head long into cooking something for me to take. A complicated dish. One that takes all fracking day.
Dad is trying to maintain.
Mom is now in the bathroom. I know she is crying.
Damn.
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