Thursday, February 7, 2013
please don't poop the posies
Little white hairs keep popping up like posies on my tiny boyfriend's little six year old face, and I am reminded that even though my crafty catch up list is still miles and miles long, time will wait for no one, not even for a four legged boy who has been ever so patient with me this past week while his auntie robin and I were crafting, and he was something less than the center of attention for the ninety nine percent of my day that he often is.
mom, please do not worry. i totally understand. but maybe instead of taking advanced differential equations for dachshunds, well, maybe i could take a welding class or something else in metal working and that way next time i could help u and auntie robin make stuff and that way we could always be together and u would not have to worry about me getting hurt or anything and i could help you make another super swell patch of garden posies and we could even put them in our own backyard and u can take pictures of them there so u know, i could poop on them! :) :)