Monday, December 27, 2010

My dearest Cohen,

My house looks as if I have a toddler living here. But no, it is just you and your toys. Please learn to pick up after yourself.

Signed, The Management.

I owe you more exercise. It's tough in the winter, and I feel guilty. You, however, seem relatively happy.

Or, rather, you act the same way whether I've just run you ragged a few hours before or I've kept you cooped up inside the house all day. You're perpetually rearing to go regardless of your activity levels.

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