I feel so proud as a father.
No really. Yesterday, Chester, now our only dog, finally attained his lifelong dream: he caught a squirrel. True, it was probably "sick and dilapidated" (as Alesha has grown fond of saying). But the squirrel is dead, nonetheless. And he did it while he was on a leash, so that has to count for something.
We had chicken and waffles for breakfast, which were surprisingly good.
Kim and Paul are coming over for dinner later. Mmmm... fondue. I'm secretly hoping they bring Guitar Hero with them...
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