Crooked Vision11:00 AM
This past month, I scrolled through loads of posts of what people were thankful for: family, friends, jobs, life experiences, etc. I am, and always will be, thankful for my little fur babies. They are always happy to see me, they cuddle up to me no matter how bad I smell, and they let me maul the hell out of them. I talk to them like they are human beings, and I treat them as if I actually gave birth to them.
However, they are not perfect. They bark, a lot, they fight over food, and they fight over a certain spot on the bed. They like to dig my underwear out of my laundry basket and eat the crotch out, they like to lick the water off of my feet when I get out of the shower, and they like to chew on my glasses. Yes, those things that let me see so that I can drive properly, and read what is on the computer screen in front of me, those things. Even though they were in my purse, all the way on the back of the counter.
That being said, I have a new pair of glasses on the way, woot. In the meantime, I probably have really crooked eyebrows, but there is a fair chance that part of it is the crooked, chewed on glasses on my face.
They are so lucky that they are cute.
Jeans, tank, & Scarf-Target
Necklace-Motor City Comic Con vendor