Yet another night where the Fanta Menace pulled down half the tapestry while we tried to fall asleep. Yet another morning where I locked my smooth-brained ginger baby out of the bedroom because he was being an asshole. But did I sleep after that? Fuck no. The damage was done. Podrick laughs at your feeble…
If you’re not the Universe, scroll by. Please, be so fucking for real right now. Also, Podrick was Podrick this morning. I woke up early, enjoyed an hour of cuddle baby, then another 30 minutes of hoping he’d settle. He never settled. After the first time I had to chase him off the dresser, the…
Good morning. The gods decided we needed at least one more day on this planet. As a result, we’re up. Podrick came into bed for a hand snuffle, and later Pippin came in for cuddles. I put on clown makeup yesterday. No matter what I end up doing, it makes me smile to do it…