Meet Sputnik.

On Wednesday, Tom and I drove down to Olympia and bought a dog.
7 weeks old.
3/4 Bernese Mountain Dog, 1/4 German Shepherd.
We named him Sputnik.

you win.

you always win.

our dollar, which art in heaven...

*sniff*
it was nice knowing you,
we'll really miss you.
maybe we'll meet again one day.
*sniff*




oh man.
hey! at least now we'll have awesome dustbowl/how i survived the great depression part deux stories to tell our grandchildren.

friends are good.

hannah: it could be worse probably

saba: it could definitely be way worse
you know, dear hannah
life is hard.
to make it any harder on yourself,
that's just unfair.
you have done a good job staying alive and being relatively independent (or well on your way towards independence) thus far

hannah: well thank you mr. saba

saba: so you should congratulate yourself.

hannah: with champagne?!

saba: yes!

hannah: huzzah!

saba: you should just love on yourself for a while.