Duke here (for those who don’t know me, click on the Duke posts under “Categories” in the sidebar and my pic is below).
Okay. I read your comments and…I’m back. Sometimes I’ll tell a story and sometimes I’ll just share a picture.
Just when I feel like it. Cuz, you know, I lead a very busy life.
Like this for instance:
Blue ball is my favorite game. If you’ll kick or throw it, I’ll bring it back. I’ll play with anyone. Dad, Jamie, Jon, the UPS man, our salesmen, customers, delivery people. I’m not picky. Except for my mom. I don’t like to play with my mom. She tries. I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but she can’t kick the ball over my head and she usually hits me with it. She doesn’t mean to. So I avoid playing blue ball with her unless I’m desperate.
Anyhow, why am I sleeping on my couch (yes, my couch) in my mom’s office with my two blue balls (which are clearly supposed to stay outside) close by?
Well…sometimes after a rousing game of blue ball, I’m so excited that I just can’t part with it and just have to bring it in the house. I have two (as you can see) so sometimes they both end up in the house. My mom doesn’t like them in the house because they’re yucky, but I just can’t let go sometimes.