Why one should not pass out on the couch at 10pm

Reason # 48593847593847598:

Meet Bella.

Sometimes I steal this kitten from across the hall.
She's a scrappy little thing.
And she has 6 toes on one foot.

*gulp*

124 days.

till we leave this place.

there has never been anything false about hope.

Progress.

Here's hoping for kept promises,
for healthy citizens,
for safe soldiers,
for everything to be okay one day.

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.

I'll still love you, tomorrow.