Hello, Little Hoover.
22 Jun
According to WordPress, this is my 1983rd post. I was born in the year 1983. (The very end of it.)
Today on BART I was totally engrossed in a game of Tetris. Some woman sat next to me.
She started toeing my foot, and since I was wearing Birkenstocks, it was weird to feel someone poking at my bare toes with their cold tongue.
…Wait. It wasn’t the woman, it was her 10-month old French bulldog with brendel stripes. We made friends, “The Little Vacuum” (her words) and I.
Back to our regular daily posts in a couple of weeks!
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