No matter how much you groom me, clean me up, fuss and coo over me, and tell me that I'm the special winner, there are times that I am going to fall asleep on a muddy towel with my head buried inside Daddy's shoe and then snore like your grandmother. Just accept it. It is who I am deep down under all the bling.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment