I admit it. I miss ‘em.

My kids wanted to call last night, but Lucy was asleep on my arm and I knew we’d be loud.

So they sent me videos instead.

A part of me (the same part that expected the new dog to be a stink free snuggle bunny) wishes I were there with them, to see the glee in their eyes and to be a part of their memories.

Then I remember all the reality. The crowds and the money and the fact that I pretty much hate people.

I’ll just watch the videos, thanks.

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