Bells are ringing! Bells are ringing!
I spent twenty minutes today dancing around my room a great floofy skirt to Christmas music.
I feel sort of like those dogs you see in pleasantly dysfunctional families, with one ear pointing one way and one ear pointing another, and big, sweet, and intelligent brown eyes, and paws too big for their bodies. Bobo dogs, my grandmother called them.
It's a good thing.
I feel sort of like those dogs you see in pleasantly dysfunctional families, with one ear pointing one way and one ear pointing another, and big, sweet, and intelligent brown eyes, and paws too big for their bodies. Bobo dogs, my grandmother called them.
It's a good thing.