omg omg omg
It wasn't even six yet when a bored Riley decided the appropriate thing to do was to put her great big foot in my belly and play find-the-appendix.
I'm not even six yet, so I decided the appropriate thing to do (after dislodging the dog and checking my insides for damage and then itching both me and Riley all over, but that last I do every time I wake up so it's really not special) was, given the day, to grab the box my meimei sent and open it while I demolished the chocolate chips left over from last night's cannoli making.
I LOVE MY CEEG SHE IS THE BEST EVER SHE SENT ME BOXER SOCKS. NOT SOCKS TO PUT ON MY BOXER (BECAUSE WE HAVE LONG THEORIZED THAT RILEY NEEDS A FINGER-PUPPET TAILSTUMP WARMER), SOCKS TO PUT ON MY FEET THAT HAVE BOXERS PRINTED ON.
Just yesterday I was feeling all Dumbledorey: I wanted socks and I knew I was gonna get books. I like books so this is not bad, but I could really go for a good pair of socks. WHICH I HAVE NOW.
She also sent me fancible earrings that dangle and change colors (from black to a perfect cobalt blue, and they've got green faceted bits too, I think they're glass, so pretty) and and and four Star Wars drinking glasses that I am never going to use, not ever, because we're prolific glass breaking klutzes around here and I'd cry if Lord Vader got shattered, and a mug that says World's Best Boss which is a joke I don't know if I can properly explain, and two pretty books with pictures in, AND BOXER SOCKS OMG. I WILL HAVE A BOXER DOG ON MY FEET AND FOR ONCE IT WON'T HURT.
Speaking of Riley, she got goodies from me: a new collar (nylon, striped, tan and pinkish and blueish and purple and green and orange and very "my dog once devoured Martha Stewart Living in a tasty leather binding") and a toy that has six squeakers in it. It is purple and green spotted, bigger than her head, and looks like a giant jack, with squeakers in all six ends. She didn't know which end to squeak first. She'd grab it, squeak it, flip it over, and squeak another end. Her little brain didn't explode but her eyes went a bit dizzy at the possibilities.
Now my stomach hurts differently. I think it's the chocolate.
I'm not even six yet, so I decided the appropriate thing to do (after dislodging the dog and checking my insides for damage and then itching both me and Riley all over, but that last I do every time I wake up so it's really not special) was, given the day, to grab the box my meimei sent and open it while I demolished the chocolate chips left over from last night's cannoli making.
I LOVE MY CEEG SHE IS THE BEST EVER SHE SENT ME BOXER SOCKS. NOT SOCKS TO PUT ON MY BOXER (BECAUSE WE HAVE LONG THEORIZED THAT RILEY NEEDS A FINGER-PUPPET TAILSTUMP WARMER), SOCKS TO PUT ON MY FEET THAT HAVE BOXERS PRINTED ON.
Just yesterday I was feeling all Dumbledorey: I wanted socks and I knew I was gonna get books. I like books so this is not bad, but I could really go for a good pair of socks. WHICH I HAVE NOW.
She also sent me fancible earrings that dangle and change colors (from black to a perfect cobalt blue, and they've got green faceted bits too, I think they're glass, so pretty) and and and four Star Wars drinking glasses that I am never going to use, not ever, because we're prolific glass breaking klutzes around here and I'd cry if Lord Vader got shattered, and a mug that says World's Best Boss which is a joke I don't know if I can properly explain, and two pretty books with pictures in, AND BOXER SOCKS OMG. I WILL HAVE A BOXER DOG ON MY FEET AND FOR ONCE IT WON'T HURT.
Speaking of Riley, she got goodies from me: a new collar (nylon, striped, tan and pinkish and blueish and purple and green and orange and very "my dog once devoured Martha Stewart Living in a tasty leather binding") and a toy that has six squeakers in it. It is purple and green spotted, bigger than her head, and looks like a giant jack, with squeakers in all six ends. She didn't know which end to squeak first. She'd grab it, squeak it, flip it over, and squeak another end. Her little brain didn't explode but her eyes went a bit dizzy at the possibilities.
Now my stomach hurts differently. I think it's the chocolate.