I had a weird dream last night and it included a lot of you. First there was Vailian who had sent me a letter to give to his daughter in case something happened to him and there was some sort of vague threat that had me very worried. Then Carol and Elisabeth showed up to sit and chit chat. Then Kim. And Kim and I were smoking even though I was still pregnant and I was flipping out because I knew I should not be smoking, but I seemed so addicted, I couldn’t stop. Then Sparky got really mad at me because he liked the way I smelled before I smoked and was disappointed that he couldn’t sniff my neck anymore.
Out of all the things I no longer do, smoking is the not on my top ten things to add back into my life. A glass of wine, yes. A party where I can drink and flirt, yes. Being able to turnover in bed without needing a crane, without a doubt, but smoking is the last thing I want to pick up again.
I woke up feeling a little like Dorothy. And you were there. And you. And you…
Anyway, here are today’s pictures. Miranda and Jeff. As babies. Now, they have different dads, Mim being a second marriage baby. All parents have brown hair. How Jeff and Mim ended up as fire cats no one knows. I’d love a redheaded baby. I think Sparky would be very surprised if that happened, but I’d be delighted.
I told Jeff this and he got really mad at me. He told me it was a horrible thing to wish upon a kid because he can’t even say the word “Sun” without a gallon of sunscreen.
But they do make really cute babies, don’t you think?
This is Jeff, the last time he used a tool. He’s cute, even today.
And here is Miss Miranda. She was so cute and smelled so good all you wanted to do was eat her up.