...in the morning. I really am a happy baby - I have nothing in life to complain about. Someone cleans my behind, feeds me on demand, plays with me constantly, and tells me how wonderful I am all day long. But, for some reason, when I wake up in the morning I'm happiest. Maybe it's because I realize that I am facing another fabulous day of life, in a house full of people who love me like crazy.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
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