I think colds are icky.
Yep, that’s about it.
It is spring, and a young woman’s fancy turns to bunnehs. I need someone with a bunneh that I can borrow and snorgle for a few hours…
This could be my hubby’s graph, except the skinny part has 1/3 at the foot of the bed which is the cat’s. This is why I often wake up only half covered with a blanket and tend to roll up like a burrito when I can. If hubby gets snuggly in his sleep I actually end up on the edge of the bed. *sigh* Maybe someday we’ll have a king size bed…
I wish I was in bed with a kitty. I maybe should not have gone back into work yet. Or work should stop being mean and making me wish I stayed home sick one more day. Maybe.
Images from We Heart It