Thursday, April 17, 2014

when I die.....

I want to come back on this earth as a, specifically, I want to come back as a dog owned by my wife. Then I would be guaranteed to be spoiled. sitting here in my office I can hear my dog Mocha snoring clear across in the other room.....25 feet away from me. He's got it made...and sleeping in the next chair over is our spoiled cat. Life is good

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