My empty nest is no longer empty.
Our youngest has returned home which means
(Sorry, JP! I think I can fix it.)
He also eats pool noodles and space bags.
He has a special affinity for our bed with it's cream quilt with velvet trim.
My head is starting to spin.
Sophie is packing and running away from home.
Brucey, you got some 'splainin to do!
I'm thinking boarding school.
And maybe a bottle of NyQuil for lunch.
In his defense, the constant storms have made all the pups nervous
and there's been little time to play outdoors.
I'm a sucker for that face.