Even though I live alone, I still haven’t gotten used to the fact that I can do this.
Call it a force of habit.
cute
This kitty gets to be reunited with her tail during this visit. And she miiiight just have a new set of ears from her Daddy to match.
Current status.
My Daddy tells the best, sweetest, blushiest bedtime stories.
Sir says I’m totally transparent.
Which makes me feel teensy tiny in the best way.
Craftsmate says he’s going to buy me a stuffie and make me sleep with it.
Well, actually, he threatened to cover my bed at my new place in stuffies.
I told him he could only get me one, so he had to make it special.
– How does it feel to being the poster girl for the sexual revolution?
– It’s just a goof, to me it’s a movie. Like any other movie, only it has so many better things in it.
– Like what?
– Like me.
Craftsmate and I were looking at this yesterday and he said it reminded him of Ms. Casey.
In case my last post wasn’t indication enough, today was a lovely day.
Reason #1 Why Ivy Needs a Big Sis
Because blame shared is blame halved.
Or blame completely deflected,
if I feel like getting her in trouble.