my guys are all about 5+ lbs, bear is stockier (he's the 5+) and cookie & waka are too thin for my tastes. if i can feel your little puppy bones, i want to tube and force feed you a gallon of bacon fat and biscuits. i think it'd be nice if these guys were trained for something but they're so neurotic about everything, they'd be perfectly content to eat cat poo and sit in my lap and on my chest and on my shoulder (cookie was a parrot in a past life) and make out with my nose forever. i admit tho, i fell in love with these guys at birth, but i got infinitely lucky they're not as obnoxiously pomeranian as they could be
if i had seen him, i would have snapped. my temper has been hair trigger the last week or so
black feathers and everything love it. if i had my way, halloween town would be real and i would go. i couldn't not buy the teal when i saw it, and i was a little nervous wearing it, but i'm tired of being the master of no-makeup-makeup. we're both expanding *serious face* the power we acquire will soon overshadow the fashion world and we shall mold it to our liking where EVERY day is a day for black feathers and peacock eyeshadow *fist in the air*!
yes, i have been reading epic fantasy this week
aaaaarrrgggghhhhhh... let's see.. i'm actually down 3 lbs. curling up on a rocking recliner with cookie laying on my chest and my babe in my ear is a very nice feeling. my face likes being washed with coconut oil instead of soap. the smell of laundry washing makes me feel all is right in the world. i haven't worked out again. i don't want to again. i want to go to bed again. but food is on track and maybe when the warm fronts stop making it rain i'll feel better and get physical like i need to, because how else is a giant butt made if not from work.