|12-21-2013 06:15 PM|
|blehmannwa||toiling in the laundry mines today, Havoc and Tempest run inside, jump on the bed and fall asleep among the piles of folded laundry. Gosh how I love them.|
|12-21-2013 05:11 PM|
|katieliz||i know that feeling. sometimes i wonder how it's possible to love a creature SO much. we are SO lucky!!! enjoy, and happy holidays!|
|12-21-2013 05:07 PM|
So nothing really profound here, just following my meandering mind.
See, I'm in my bedroom with Lycan resting his big old head on my feet and cutting off the circulation while Tasker is draped across the bed, taking up all available space....well most of the space. There is a small spot left where Sweep is curled up. Allie doesn't need a spot since she is contently chewing on a single size 5 ugg boot that was stolen from one of the neighbors. Which one, I don't know since I've checked with the neighbor on either side and the ones across the street, none of who laid claim to it.
So I'm sitting here and I'm thinking: What did I ever do to deserve these guys? I'm not a terrible person but I'm not Mother theresa by any means. I mean, I generally try to be kind to people but I sometimes can barely tolerate them. I can be bitchy and tacky on occassions. But I've got these guys, ya know? When I'm with the fids, I just feel like everything is right. And I feel incredibly lucky. I just love these boofballs.