I had a dream last night that Nipper and I paid a couple hundred bucks to ride a baby lion around a supermarket. It was about the size of a golden retriever, and the trainer or owner or whatever kept telling me, I just needed to grab it's tail to control it. I kept thinking "eeny meeny miny moe, catch a tiger by it's tail, if it hollers, let him go..." Everyone knows you never grab a cat's tail. The dream seemed to go on for hours... Is this a sign of labor? No. Is this a sign that I don't remember how to clean a newly circumcised penis? Maybe.
These are bookends from Serena and Lily. Aren't they the cutest?! Just got their catalog for the first time, and now I'm obsessed!
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