Sometimes I get a bit freaked out when the pile of clothes on the bench turns to look at me.
Then I remember we have a gray cat.
You would think I would remember that detail longer.
I don't.
Baby goat kisses.....
are not my favorite kind of kiss.
A great place for a conversation...
THIS
is why I love being a parent!!!
I have not found her closet door hanging open since she paid the landlord ten dollars!
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