Today was freaking hot. Not just hot because it's August, but so hot that I got boob sweat. You know, it gathers underneath them and you don't really know it's there until it drips into your g-string. Yeah. Boob sweat.
I'm in a fairly good mood despite my soggy g string. I'm watching my fiance (who I will talk about incessantly, just be forewarned) play with our 10-week old kitten. She's hiding behind the blinds and poking out her nose or paw every once in a while to make sure that her Daddy's still there. I was really heading into "I'm 20 years old and I want a baby" mode until she came into my life. She's so innocent and sweet, she's fulfilling my momma needs more than I thought an animal could.
The funny thing is, I hated cats. I'd never owned a cat before in my life, nor did I want one. But I went to pick up this little angel and she climbed up onto my shoulder and perched there. She picked me, I had very little to do with it, it wasn't really my choice.
I'm going to make it short tonight though, Timmy (you can guess who that is) wants to watch a movie. I hope it doesn't suck.
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The funny thing is, I hated cats. I'd never owned a cat before in my life, nor did I want one. But I went to pick up this little angel and she climbed up onto my shoulder and perched there. She picked me, I had very little to do with it, it wasn't really my choice.
I'm going to make it short tonight though, Timmy (you can guess who that is) wants to watch a movie. I hope it doesn't suck.
ci vediamo