I might also add that I should probably be a professional tennis ball thrower. I do this about 409900 times a day. Cooper has a nervous break-down if I do not throw the ball. He breathes all heavy in my face and then starts having eye spasms. Now he is looking at me because I am typing the words, "tennis ball." He knows.
I really have nothing more to say right now. I am just procrastinating going to bed.
If you are wondering why my blog is called Plethora of Useless Words it is because I love the word Plethora and I could not come up with anything else literary. I'm not creative in that aspect. If I wanted to come up with something corny then I could but coming up with a literary masterpiece of a title is not my forte.
Alright Coop is breathing heavily in my face telling me it is time for bed.

*Update: I wanted to post a picture of Cooper breathing in my face and having eye spasms.
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