I could absolutely heave sobs because the video I made of you when you rolled yourself up in my Yoga mat and pretended to be a Sushi Roll decided to delete the sound when I uploaded it from my phone to the computer.
I don’t know what happened. I am simply devastated.
Dear New York:
You can keep your Chicken Feet.
Dear Kitten stuck in the Hamster Wheel:
You’re way too cute. How could anybody not fall in love with you?
Dear Elmer’s Spray Adhesive:
And here I thought you were a joke. When I woke up with my hand stuck to my head because I held those dern book pages while spraying them, I realized you, indeed, were the real dealio.
I will forever be more respectful and use you with much care and, probably, plastic gloves…
Dear Skunk Dream:
You TOTALLY freaked me out when Hot Shot woke me up the other morning at 4am needing to go out. When I walked out the door and really did smell that UNMISTAKEABLE Skunk aroma, I froze, frantically searching for attack skunks in my sleepy, dazed state.
Please do not recur. I prefer not to have skunks chasing me… not even in a dream.
Not even cute little baby ones…
I know you’ve been working on that tiny desk for a year now… It won’t be long, and then I’ll be all up in your face reminding you…
Have a great weekend, my lovely Bloggy Peeps. I’ve enjoyed hanging out with you this week! I hope you have some fun plans that don’t include painting your front porch…
BAM. It’s Friday. Now, go have some fun…