Dear Diary,
Is 3.33 a sexy age or what?
It might as well be Summer already here. I have been romping rudie-nudie in the sprinklers. Ah, the smell of mown grass, the taste of strawberry and the tinkle of my dog collar, what bliss for a widget. What did Dan say... `another day wasted in paradise'?
Dad moved the swings around. I have been flying higher
that ever in the canvas-chair swing. I haven't swung high for over a year.
The swings in the other position must have just scared the heck out
of me.
Anyway, Mum and Dad looked as if they needed the exercise of pushing
me hard, and I was getting tired of swinging by holding on myself,
so I relented.
With Teddy in the small swing we can almost have mid-air collisions!
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