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The Georgia Renaissance Festival is NEXT MONTH. I can't believe it! It seems like it was just yesterday that the Carolina Festival was over and I was loading Hunk into a car packed to the gills with STUFF. Now here we go again...
Liz had a rough weekend. Saturday night she fell down the stairs, but luckily she crumpled rather than flailed so no legs were broken. I felt so bad...but after my own flying leap over the lawnmower that attacked me in the darkened back yard Friday night I was in no shape to carry her, and Scott was sick. She seems none the worse for wear now, but Saturday night and Sunday morning she was just out of it. My poor old gal...if I could, I'd carry her everywhere.
She ain't heavy. She's my Lizard.
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