I'm sitting here finishing up some work and trying to get laundry done before vacation. Chad is at Costco to get food for dinner and a few other small things. (In retrospect, this was probably a bad idea since I'm sure he'll come home with a bunch of stuff that we'll never be able to eat before we leave on Saturday. He has been there for over an hour.) Janice and Nick are at the mall looking for some swim trunks since Nick lost 25 pounds training for the fire department tests and can't fit into any of his old clothes.
Lucy, on the other hand, is perplexed. She cannot decide between chasing around a tennis ball or a squeaky ball. To be honest, she'd like to cart around both, but there's only room in her mouth for one.
Wouldn't it be great if all of life's decisions were that tame?
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