I made the mistake of having coffee with dinner again, so I’m watching reruns on the food network. The beasts don’t care, though:
I do love that “knowing” glance from Rosie, though. We’ve really been having a lot of breakthroughs the last couple months, and she is starting to be a really sweet companion. I knew it would just take time for me to charm her into submission.
By the way, I was born in 1970, and one of my fondest memories is my mother singing Dream a Little Dream of Me when I was a kid. For some reason, I also remember my dad spending hours rubbing my belly, trying to get me to go to sleep. Regardless, go listen to some Mama Cass and then listen to Adele. I think it is kind of freakish. Almost as scary as the fact that I hear my mother every time my sister Devon is on the phone.