Let the photos tell the story

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Y'all know by now that I have a story for every occasion but even I'll admit that sometimes the stories I tell sound like I've had one too many hits from a crack pipe.  I cannot help that these things happen to me and quite frankly, sometimes I wish they wouldn't.  

Today's tale is going to involve photos because even I don't believe it.  But to help you believe it, I'm going to re-tell a story from a little while ago, but this time with before and after pictures.

I told you about replacement Snot.  Snot was Wendy's pussycat.  She took both him and Ba (RIP, guys) when she went back east briefly a few years ago.  Snot was born and died in Indiana.  Simba spent his last six weeks with us and is responsible for the most read blog post I ever wrote.  


The pussycat on the left is Simba.  The one on the right is the original Snot.
The gigantic Easter bunny is the ex.



Meet Replacement Snot!  I took this about two months ago with my phone.


I can't help that these things happen to me.  I try to ignore them.  I still see about one Oregon license plate a day.  I see things that try to get me to pay attention to things that are not my business.  I ignore them as best as I can and remind myself that they don't mean nothin'.

I mentioned on Wednesday that I didn't forget.  Wendy moved to Utah from Bangor, Maine eleven years ago last Wednesday.  I mentioned it, in passing mostly.  I've accepted things are the way they are.  I tried.  I didn't succeed.  At some point you'd like to move on and I'm trying.  And I probably could have lived the rest of my life in peace without walking out of church this morning and seeing the gold Subaru wagon with the Maine license plates parked about five cars west of where I parked my truck.

Welcome to Utah.

The last photo I have to share with you will finish telling the last part of the story. It came on Friday and is addressed to the ex, under her name before we got married.


And if this sundae needed and extra cherry on top, the Maine license plate was not the only car from out of town parked across the street from the church.  There were two from Michigan, too.  Read the first few lines in the last blog post and you'll get it.

I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.



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