Julie I need to keep my cat away from the computer–the fuckers are conspiring against us.
Roxie managed to write perfectly torrid poetry about flowers…I’ll never look at my daffodils again, and a garden is going to make me down-right het up.
And although Rae’s DD probably won for best ‘ism’ (especially because hers got her in the doc’s office) Kewyn had another one on the way home today. We were on the way home and I gave the Cave Troll a chocolate chip cookie…he got chocolate on his arm and started to demand I clean it off from the backseat. “My arm, mom! Fix my arm! It’s BROKEN!!!”