I was going to sit down and write. I grabbed a pen and a notebook, popped open a can of Planters Nut-rition digestive health mix, and settled down on the couch. I was even wearing sweatpants, so I was all set. Luna had other plans. She took the pen; I still don't know where it is. Then she sprawled out right on top of the notebook. Why does she always win? Why do we always have to do whatever she wants to do? How is that fair? At least I can still reach the mixed nuts. So there's that.
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