Christmas Cards
I got two. One from Tracey and one from Doug. Doug's got here today. And Dearie, if I were photogenic in the slightest and didn't HATE pictures. I'd send you some. But alas, my cuteness can not be captured on film. Atleast not in any photo ever taken of me that wasn't my senior pictures. And those were very expensive, and my Mommy would get crazy with the violence if I took one, so you can't have any of those.
Tracey got me a picture frame. Given what I've just written above I think I'm not the only one who sees the humor in that. I've decided to draw some demented little pictures to put inside it. She loves pictures. She tries to take my picture all the time. She's yet to get one were I'm looking at the camara with my eyes open.
Much love to my very favorite Scot and anyone else who's outside personal bubble range. (Because the best affection means no touching, and certainly not in public)
Tracey got me a picture frame. Given what I've just written above I think I'm not the only one who sees the humor in that. I've decided to draw some demented little pictures to put inside it. She loves pictures. She tries to take my picture all the time. She's yet to get one were I'm looking at the camara with my eyes open.
Much love to my very favorite Scot and anyone else who's outside personal bubble range. (Because the best affection means no touching, and certainly not in public)