Sunday, January 31, 2010

Movement.

Alice is a mover. 

She's not a shaker yet, but give her a week or two.

For today she's just smiling, smiling and smiling, and communicating telepathically with her cats.  (Don't worry my babies, I'm on my way, I'm coming to get you, it's not long now.)

Yeeeeeeehaaaw!
Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.