I squish you.
You squish me.
It all works out somehow.
(That's J, the dog, and Rocky, the feline love of my life [but don't tell Izzy and Biddy], in my lap. Where they spend most evenings, if I'll let them.) (Life is good.)
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Not much to say
Well, actually, plenty to say but not much time. Here, look at these.
I squish you.
You squish me.
It all works out somehow.
(That's J, the dog, and Rocky, the feline love of my life [but don't tell Izzy and Biddy], in my lap. Where they spend most evenings, if I'll let them.) (Life is good.)
I squish you.
You squish me.
It all works out somehow.
(That's J, the dog, and Rocky, the feline love of my life [but don't tell Izzy and Biddy], in my lap. Where they spend most evenings, if I'll let them.) (Life is good.)
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