Birth of the boyfriend
I have no doubt that posting this photo will earn me an earful or two, but I’m going to do it anyway. Because it’s adorable and I’m a dork and this is my blog and neener! Happy birthday, baby. Let’s keep on laughing.
I have no doubt that posting this photo will earn me an earful or two, but I’m going to do it anyway. Because it’s adorable and I’m a dork and this is my blog and neener! Happy birthday, baby. Let’s keep on laughing.
A play [The Boyfriend Formerly Known as Manfred* enters room] Me, to BFKM while stroking Jack, who had come to sit next to me while BFKM was out of the room: We’re in love. BFKM: [Shocked face] Me: Mmm hmm. We’re getting married. Show him the ring you got me, kitty. [Whispers] It’s a milk top ring! BFKM: Well, fine. That’s okay because I have been having a torrid affair with Miss Kitty. Me: [Shocked…
Manfred, via text message: You’re all I think about unless I have to pee. Then I think about that.
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