Whenever my home gets quiet, I get really nervous because I know that Carson is either missing or up to something very mischevious. I realized the other day that my talkative little buddy had disappeared. I began calling for him, then searching for him, then frantically searching for him, then asking neighbors if they had seen him... when I finally spotted him napping in a most unusual place. He must have been beyond exhausted to fall asleep on the stairs!
The Opposite of Hate isn't Love
7 years ago
1 comment:
I love this! This is probably what would happen to moms if they ever sat down for a minute! Yea for your new blog! Someday I'll get mine updated.
Robin
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