Zoey in the Laundry Basket

This post will really have no deep meaning, rather it’s to remember the time that Zoey slept in my laundry basket.  I had not quite put away all of my clothes before going to bed and being incredibly lazy, I let the laundry basket lay there over night.  When I woke up the next morning, I was quite surprised to see Zoey simply sleeping in the basket.  Genius.

A few weeks later, Sweet, Sweet and I were sleeping and she had to get up to go to the bathroom.  As she was walking she thought she heard something in my closet and low and behold, Zoey snuck into my closet and was getting her sleep-on in my laundry basket in the closet.

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2 thoughts on “Zoey in the Laundry Basket

  1. Had posted on the new site, thought it was about time. Happy anniversary. I was just recalling your wedding. It was a wonderful celebration, and I am thankful that I was a part of it. I was recalling the spread at the Jungman house for the rehearsal dinner; the church with the broken A/C; Greggos play by play at the rehearsal; the wonderful photos of me wearing Miranda’s hat; Blue putting his Darnell on my wife; Lilley creating a forever memory with Beano’s wife by criticizing her decision to bring their child; goodtimes by the pool at Ashley and Steve’s; the speeches at the reception; the photography guy; the breakfast burrito’s prepared by your mother. All goodtimes. It seems clear that you and Miranda have continued to build a wonderful relationship and marriage. Happy Anniversary.

    The Duk

    P.S. Team Thunderstick rules, Team Wolverines sucks.

  2. Duk,

    Two years. It’s somewhat amazing that fateful night was 2 years ago. Thank you for the memories and the kind thoughts.

    Love,

    PDB

    P.S.S. Team Thunderstick poops their pants. Team Wolverines makes things happen.

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