I guess when you've been rescued twice, three... four times in your life, your fifth may mean you've asked for way too much.
Me and the mom are really tired and feeling hopeless... and we need help.
And I mean that with all of the energy and enthusiasm I have left...
Our control muscles have fully succomed to what we can't... and depression has set in.
If only help was on the radar... but sadly, no.
Thursday Thinking
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The PF's have been tight on those eggs all day!
Brought a snack over to prep for the nest sitter -
Watched the prep from tableside!
Approaching 715pm - 46 ...
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