mozea crawled up on my chair tonight at dinner, per usual since she generally doesn't eat dinner, and stood behind me, playing with my hair and hugging my neck.
she said to the air:
"this is my mama. i love her."
i'll take that.
tonight is british comedy and clean the kitchen night and hopefully in bed by 10 to start all over again tomorrow night.
start the love and the craziness all over again tomorrow.
i'll take that.
