I'm sure people think I'm a secret addict or something because of all the Bobo scratches on my thighs -- only they come from my trying to knit and his trying to stay perched in my lap at the same time....
I'm currently a stay at home mother, freelance writing on my off time, wondering how I became part of the ten thousand year old tradition of raising the kids while creating textiles.
I grew up in NE Ohio dairy country, married a sailor, lived in Hawaii ten years, lived in SC for five years, then moved back to culture shock and confusion.
Nothing but good times ahead.
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holy crap, we almost saw your face!
She says, "You won't be tipping ME off!"
I can't see her claws, but I can see her giving me the god of chaos death glare, and I think the claws come with the territory!
She has that evil satisfaction in her eyes. If it's not claws embedded in thighs, then it's a steaming pile somewhere unpleasant.
I see where the Goober gets her curls.
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow...
I'm sure people think I'm a secret addict or something because of all the Bobo scratches on my thighs -- only they come from my trying to knit and his trying to stay perched in my lap at the same time....
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow...
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