clearly, she knows the dishes are the LAST thing i should be doing.
.this has become a weekly Saturday event.
it made me laugh the first time, the fifth time, and guaranteed it will the fiftieth time
[without fail, the bone will always make its way into the dishwasher. no photos on this blog are staged ;]
this on the other hand, is a daily event
.and it does occasionally get old.
especially on Mondays, when I can barely get my lazy ass out of bed
and she falls back on me
notice her deep sigh at 0:40 when she realizes she has been successful
in crawling all the way up on my chest.
what a baby.. . but i love her even the more for it.
KINDLY ignore the trashy apartment behind Tess.
the OTHER side of my bedroom is painted and decorated nicely.
No.. . I'm not Joking.
Photos to be posted soon.