Tuesday, Maya 22, 1984

Rob and I took the dogs for a hot dog and ice cream cone.  I have my pets so spoiled.  Rob teases me that the only reason he comes over is to see the kids (my dogs).  He asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I told him an ankle tattoo.  It would be about as useful as the pool cue Love got me, since I don't play pool.  It would also be about as useful as the giant, ceramic, jungle giraffe I got one year.