I'm sunk. Hopelessly falling for someone else's dog. Please, don't judge me. She does that thing where she whips her stuffed animals around in her mouth, trying to snap their plush little necks. And the ear hair? I can't be helped.
12.05.2005
homewrecker
It's the classic story, subject of endless hours of daytime programming and countless trade paperback romances: Me, underemployed and slouching toward boredom, with all the love and wet-nosed canoodling a woman could hope for at home. Enter a handsome house guest, with strong features, monogrammed luggage, and the most charming patches of toe hair ever have I seen.
I'm sunk. Hopelessly falling for someone else's dog. Please, don't judge me. She does that thing where she whips her stuffed animals around in her mouth, trying to snap their plush little necks. And the ear hair? I can't be helped.
I'm sunk. Hopelessly falling for someone else's dog. Please, don't judge me. She does that thing where she whips her stuffed animals around in her mouth, trying to snap their plush little necks. And the ear hair? I can't be helped.
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2 comments:
Have to talked with Lucas about this?
You must have worked your wiles as well, she did come home eating squash.
btw, her newest nickname is mini-Kong.
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