Mr. Wild Dingo says, "The best time is stolen time." So we stole an extra hour at lunch for some shenanigans in Santa Cruz.
Not too shabby for 11 and 12 year old pups, huh?
PS. Dear readers, I know you've been wondering where we've all been. We're all good. Still working on the last 20% crap of this business called Lyme Disease. I anticipate I will be in that 80/20 most of the rest of my life and that's alright by me. In the mean time, I've been back in school firing my synapses and activating my right brain. We'll be back soon to our regular shenanigans. I know you all are hanging on the criminal's daily crimes and the cracker's daily jobs. They both continue to exceed their career goals and expect a promotion but I'm pretty sure they already broke the glass ceiling in terms of their "Drive the Human Crazy" career.
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