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(Nearly) Wordless Wednesday: I'm Thankful for a Carpet Cleaner

Tweet (I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm on twitter now!  ThankfulMe @ thankful_me ) :

Puppy versus philodendron. Puppy in crate. Philodendron relocated to inaccessible office. Hoover wins. Thankful for my carpet cleaner!


 


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Thanks for life's little exciting moments, and carpet cleaners.

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  1. NancyNovember 27, 2013 at 7:43 AM

    Glad all is well - no harm, no foul.

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  2. ChristineNovember 27, 2013 at 10:57 AM

    Ugh. That stuff can be hard to clean up. Glad it all came up for you.
    You're on Twitter?!?! Man, now Lizzi is really going to be on my case. I can hear her now..."Kristi's on, so that leaves you the last co-host to jump on the twitter wagon."

    Have fun with it. I'm sure Lizzi will be able to answer questions you have.

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  3. Crystal CollierNovember 27, 2013 at 12:10 PM

    It's the small things, eh? Now I need to borrow your carpet cleaner. =)

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  4. Marisa BNovember 27, 2013 at 12:45 PM

    Yay! Enjoy Thanksgiving with your family!

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  5. UnknownNovember 27, 2013 at 5:00 PM

    Puppies mean well! At least you have the right tools to deal with the situation. Hope you have a great Thanksgiving!

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  6. Dyanne @ I Want BacksiesDecember 15, 2013 at 10:20 AM

    Oh, poor Drexel is in doggy jail.

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