Lick lick.
November 17, 2009

We bought a licker for the spigot a few months ago because Hank had recently discovered the joys of tipping over his water and clanging the dish as loudly as possible in the unholy hours of the morning.  And let me tell you: you have not really lived with a newborn until you’ve had to wake up next to one screaming at the top of her lungs because her precious slumber has been disturbed by the racket your asshat of a dog is making outside.  Unfortunately, that asshat of a dog (I’m kidding) (kind of) really put up an anti-licker fight.  We had to do things like coat the licker with peanut butter and bacon grease before Hank finally relented.  Now that we use the licker everyday, though, I finally decided that it was time to take photos of one of my favorite inventions of all time.  That licker lets me sleep an extra fifteen minutes in the morning.  As far as I’m concerned, that means that any day now I should start building a shrine to the thing.  ALL HAIL THE LICKER.

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