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Each week, if I feel well enough, I go out to dinner with a group of French-speaking friends. We usually meet in a steakhouse where nobody actually likes the food, but which is centrally located. I go whenever I can because I live my life almost entirely in English now, and that one evening of French just refreshes my soul.
Anyway -- I got home around 9 this evening, apparently still smelling like food, and at the same time my husband was in the kitchen making huge casseroles to freeze for later. The dogs were beside themselves, running back and forth between the front door where I had stopped, and the kitchen, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff. The poor things didn't know what to do, it was like they were drunk from all the exciting food smells. I just sank down on the floor and started laughing, which brought them back to me, and they both started licking my hands and face with great passion. (I'd had a hamburger for dinner). I could never get this kind of male attention when I used to wear perfume...
If you look at the family portrait, Rusty is the tan dog (he came with that name, we don't know why, he is not the color of rust at all) and Frisco is the one my husband is practically strangling (Frisco didn't think posing for portraits was his idea of a good time, but he did want to get a closer whiff of that camera
). The one in the butterfly shirt and the bored expression is Susannah. She wasn't interested in the posing or the camera.
Anyway -- I got home around 9 this evening, apparently still smelling like food, and at the same time my husband was in the kitchen making huge casseroles to freeze for later. The dogs were beside themselves, running back and forth between the front door where I had stopped, and the kitchen, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff. The poor things didn't know what to do, it was like they were drunk from all the exciting food smells. I just sank down on the floor and started laughing, which brought them back to me, and they both started licking my hands and face with great passion. (I'd had a hamburger for dinner). I could never get this kind of male attention when I used to wear perfume...
If you look at the family portrait, Rusty is the tan dog (he came with that name, we don't know why, he is not the color of rust at all) and Frisco is the one my husband is practically strangling (Frisco didn't think posing for portraits was his idea of a good time, but he did want to get a closer whiff of that camera
). The one in the butterfly shirt and the bored expression is Susannah. She wasn't interested in the posing or the camera.
On the Beach with IC 
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