Because clearly I am not giving enough of myself. I just woke up with a baby, sound asleep, still latched to my boob and the cat, sound asleep, nestled ON. MY. HEAD. Really? On my head? Is that fair when it’s a million and seven degrees? I think not.
August 31st, 2007 at 12:53 pm
Bah! Our kitty, Merlin, loved to be right on me when Sophie nursed. And I read part of your sentence without reading the rest and it looked odd:
“latched to my boob and the cat”
Strange picture in my head.
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