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The things I think about, when I wish I were sleeping

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Buck Naked

When we got home last night there was a naked little girl running around our house. Somehow her collar had come off. I asked her where it was, but she just cried. We looked all over the house for it, but I suspect Kimber had already carried it off to her secret hiding place. I know I’ll find her stockpile of pens, pencils, and Styrofoam peanuts someday. About three in the morning I heard the little ding-a-ling from the bell attached to her collar. I opened my eyes to find Kimber sitting on my pillow with her collar sitting right in front of her. She sat perfectly still while I put it back on her. Then after a kiss on the head, she ran off to play.

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