Tuesday, July 20, 2010
not my kind of prophecy
Today, this note was lying in our parking space, in front of our apartment, when Nathan got home from work. We do not know where it came from, who left it, if it's meant as a joke, or if someone is really concerned about how excessively we spoil our dog. What we do know is that Seamus is for sure the closest thing to a child we plan on having and that we would never trade him in for anything! Also, Nacogdoches is weird.
(Whether it's a joke or not, we're taking it as one. The note is currently on our refrigerator, where it will no doubt hang for a very long time!)