Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with a pomp and a blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways
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Yeah, Beanie Baby is really into pipe cleaners again. Every morning I have to go around the house picking up crumpled, twisted pipe cleaners. Do you think he is being a bit possessive if he continually leaves them in the food and water bowls!! Ha! Poor Toby!
April 23rd, 2009 at 9:18 pm
Yeah, Beanie Baby is really into pipe cleaners again. Every morning I have to go around the house picking up crumpled, twisted pipe cleaners. Do you think he is being a bit possessive if he continually leaves them in the food and water bowls!! Ha! Poor Toby!
April 24th, 2009 at 4:31 pm
Haha–aww! Yes, the pipe cleaners are a big hit around here, too. As well as anything that belongs to me.
So cute! Did you see how big Clancy is now?