I walk out my door last Friday morning to find this:
I stood up my training partner and he leaves this. Best. Training. Partner. Ever.
I’ve named my friend Max. And he’s still out there on my sidewalk to remember to smile every day when I leave for work. Usually I forget soon after I arrive at work. But still, at least a few smiles in the day!
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A public defender super heroine by day, I am a cupcake baker extraordinaire by night. And come weekend, I am an IronPerson. I deal with an NPR addiction daily and I dream of one day having Carl Kasell on my answering machine. I strive to be the best fur-mommy I can be, and when I have time, I'm learning to be a grownup.
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That is AWESOME! And adorably sweet. For real.
It’s the simple things that make life happy. Take this pic of Max to work and let him remind you to smile when the job poops.
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