My name is Lisa. I'm a babylegaholic. I've had a problem for about a year now. I cant stop. If i don't get my babyleg fix, I have withdrawals. The worst part is, I have NO intention whatsoever of stopping. I force my affliction onto other people, and force my son into a fashion statement that, although he loves now, will surely come back to haunt him.
Aaaah. Just one more? I promise, just 1 more so I can go to sleep.
Again, im very sorry. Just be aware there is two more pairs you haven't
been forced to look at over and over seen.
Did I mention that this morning when I drove hubby to work, we had to wash the ice off the windscreen? No? Well we did. And it sucked. Big time. Then the cheery 5am radio guy goes (in an obscenely chirpy voice for 5 in the morning-what are you so happy about at this ungodly hour?) “its minus 1 quite cool,hehe” Well. That explains why my hands are numb. And its the 2nd week of winter. Happy days ahead:)
This little guy
is going home tomorrow. ill miss him, but have realised that 3 dogs make too much crap for 1 yard (grin- but really, its gross). He was a very good portrait subject though:)
And just to prove Luka still has a head and is not just some weird leggy creature
See? The Fatboy is much more than a pair of legs!