paraphrasing, of course, the note i left on rob‘s car today:

our dog liked to eat plastic, we found out.  i left a kickball in the backyard and later i found a bite mark in it.  a huge one.  sometimes we would find bits of frisbee all over the grass.  one time my sister’s friend anita came over.  it was raining, and she’d ridden her bike over, so she left her bike on the back porch and her jacket on the fence.  i hated anita, but i really liked that jacket.  it was this sort of translucent purple.  when anita came outside later to go home, her jacket was gone except for the zipper and the drawstring for the hood.  the dog, of course, had eaten it.  anita cried.  i didn’t tell anyone, but i was glad the dog had eaten her jacket.  man, i hated anita.

this time i had to leave it there without a little plastic-baggie rain jacket like before.  i hope it doesn’t rain.  (update: it is, in fact, raining.  by now the ink has probably bled into rob’s engine.)

here are some pictures i took a few months ago, at jefferson davis hospital.