Apparently I have a new pet name. I call it a “pet”name in a last-ditch attempt to glean even the tiniest scrap of cuddly, candy-floss cuteness from it’s damn-right pettiness. Today and only today, I am willing to call it a “pet” name, in the spirit of February 14th (AKA Valentine’s Day), on which day surely everyone is entitled to a bit of petting. However, on every other day, it’s a nick name at best, an insult at worst. Continue reading “The G.R”
It’s February 14th.
It’s February 14th…and?
It’s February 14th and Cupid has well and truly landed in our house. Sadly, he didn’t land on my lap [apparently I have more than enough strings on my bow]. And surprisingly enough, he didn’t land amid the bills in today’s post. Instead, his arrow was pointing firmly in the direction of Esther. She’s only gone and found herself love. And it’s love of the “true” kind obviously. All at the tender age of four and three-quarters. Continue reading “Love Untold”