I have a confession. While we still occasionally call Bean, "Bean", a new moniker has taken over.
We call our sweet, angelic, doe-eyed beauty... Weasel. And she answers to it. It all started when her dear cousin referred to her as "Baby Weese", and it went downhill from there. I didn't realize how much we used that nickname until a girlfriend exclaimed when we showed up at her house, "Oh, you brought Weasel!".
So, our dirty little secret is out. I see years of therapy ahead of the Weez.
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You should have titled this entry "The Jeffersons." This is because: you are moving on up to a deee-luxe apartment, in the sky-y-y... with Weezie!
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