My mom and sister are staying with me for the next few days. And I think my dad is coming into town tomorrow. My parents live in Wisconsin so I see them a fair amount. Just as a little background, I’m the oldest of three siblings. My sister is going to be a junior at Hamline here in the Cities and my brother is a Ph.D. candidate at Cornell. Yes, we’re all going to be to overeducated yuppies. Mom and Dad are so proud. And of the three of us, it’s only the one in the wheelchair who is gainfully employed. Raise your hand if you find this kind of amusing. I know I do.
My mom and sister also brought Sasha the Agoraphobic Dog. It may be the fact that I’m on the 19th floor, but whenever Sasha visits me she hides out under the bed in the guest bedroom. She’s a lovely golden retriever, but she is terrified of her own shadow. The dog needs psychotherapy or Zoloft or something.
In fact, here’s a picture of the canine in question:
I mean, I *know* I can’t drop out of the sky. I know there are doors and windows and that I’m safe. I just still have the screaming heebie-jeebies … air … so … thin ……… feeling … faint
LOL. Pretty funny.
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