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| From January |
Kevin fortunately loves me. And, he tells me the truth. I am hyper-critical. Yes, yes, yes, I want to be easy going and always find my world to be copacetic, but I cannot turn off the "evaluator": not even when I am reading lovely, warm-fuzzy books to my son.
Take the quote above and now look at the illustration:
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| From January |
Yes, the cow is in milk but she is not a "milk cow". She's a beef cow. And, if anyone wanted to milk her, they would not let her nurse that calf. Maybe this is a bit of a stretch. Maybe any cow with a distended udder is a milking cow. Maybe I am wrong here.
But, what about:
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| From January |
I know my rodents. That is not a mouse.
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| From January |
It is a gerbil.
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| From January |
And, here -
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| From January |
I think this poor fawn may have hydrocephalus.
Edited to add : Kevin says, "How do you know I still love you?"
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