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The 3 Stages of Grief

So this morning, on our way out of Portland, we had to leave Oliver behind. (Our coffee wasn't hot enough & he got blueberry muffins instead of cranberry. Unacceptable behavior - due consequences.) This is the situation in it's maudlin, sentimental moment.

But it soon turned to violence. 

His new buddies: a heap of trash. Ah-HAH.


No fear, rest of the world. He will re-convine with us in Minneapolis, and all of you on the east coast will be fully Oliver-ed. This is a promise. 

September 26, 2011 by Freaker USA

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