I mean to prove I mean to move in my own way

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As predicted, I did indeed return Kat to the airport on Friday. We had a marvelous time, and I was sad to see her go - a sentiment which was not improved by the 4 hours it took me to get back from Atlanta. Stupid rush hour traffic plus stupid really-bad-auto-wreck equals a fabulous mood, let me tell ya.

But here's my favorite pic of Kat from the visit - taken in the gardens at the Chattanooga Choo Choo.



[:: waves bon voyage ::]
[:: sighs ::]

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The pest control people will be back again tomorrow. We still have no sign of rats inside the house, but they've gotten back underneath it. There's nothing quite like the feeling of standing in a bathroom and feeling the little stinkers scramble beneath your feet - or hearing them travel the rodent superhighway under the shower stall's fiberglass floor.

I still don't plan to poison them. Chase them out and keep them out, yes. Trap them if we absolutely have to, okay. But poison...no. Not when there are snakes, foxes, cats, and coyotes hunting for a snack. Besides, who wants dead rats under your house and/or in your walls? No thanks. #theglamorousliferedux

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Cat: YOU SHALL NOT PASS.
Dog: But...but...I wanna go outside :(