Sunday, March 9, 2008
sunday mornings
What a Sunday morning looks like: Steve sleeps late, me and the dogs sneak out so we don't wake him, morning walk, over at Mom and Dad's, spilled coffee, crumpled papers, treats for puppies, then we all settle down and sip our second cups of coffee and read the Item and the Chronicle while dogs snooze on laps or extra pieces of couch.
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