My darling husband gave me a very special V-day surprise. He is so sweet. I never thought a candy bar message could be so cute.
My puppy dog, Daisy, is sitting next to me on the bed as I write. I have a cold. And feel crappy. Why does Daisy have to go to the bathroom right now? That means I have to get out of bed, go downstairs, wait for her to do her business, (which often takes awhile because she absolutely must find the optimal spot to pee), and come all the way back upstairs. Ah, but I guess I must go now because she is giving me The Look. And The Paw. Be back soon, if she finds the perfect spot.
No comments:
Post a Comment