Abbie has had a rough week. Despite the jolly look with the ears, you may notice the bruise above her left eye. One night this week she was walking in front of me down the hall towards the kitchen and as she started to speed up she tripped and went head first to the floor. There was that terrible thud that a head makes when it strikes a hard surface and needless to say, she was not a happy camper after that. Then, not thirty minutes later, she was standing in front of the oven and as I reached down to pick her up, she lost her balance and fell backwards into the front of the oven. Another loud bang as the back of her head hit the oven door. Now, she has gotten the cold that I am just getting over. Not exactly pooter's best streak of days. Not to mention how broken up she was about the OU game on Saturday. I didn't think she would ever get over that one. She may write a sternly worded letter to the PAC-10 and their officials. Well, there is not too much else to talk about right now. Hopefully, Abbie will be over this cold quickly. I hate it when she does not feel well.
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