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Today we went to Petco to get some food for Riley and I wanted to get a little water reservoir for Progo because I don't trust Kirsten and Dad to sustain his life while Mom and I are in Disney World. So there are these little bowls, too small for him to climb into and poop in, with a bottle of water that gradually leaks into the bowl so there's always fresh H20. They didn't seem to be popular sellers because they were dirt cheap and, incidentally, full of dust. I did a very intelligent thing: I picked one up and blew the dust out of it, right into my eye.
Then my eye started watering and itching and swelled up. Gina became very Nannylike in her concern and had to keep ordering me not to rub it. The face around my eye grew all itchy and bumpy and I started sneezing. I think I probably had some sort of Poisoned Fairy Dust in there, or rocks or something. We drove over to the supermarket, raided the shelves, ripped open boxes of Visine, Benadryl and Kleenex until the problem was taken care of. An hour or two later I was all better, and Gina and I relaxed on our lounge chairs in the driveway with diet Cokes, books and rockin' good tunes.

The end.

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