i spilt coffee all over my keyboard yesterday and had a frozen moment of panic quick fast and in a hurry slather it off all over the floor as to get it anywhere other than my keyboard kinda moment - might need some carpet cleaner, but we (the computer and myself) are still in business. as i type, there is one little dot of coffee on the lower left of the screen dried and staring at me like listen lady lets be responsible with our hot drinks.
got it coffee. got it.
me. her. misser bwat.
and trust me. kenny g, don't care a thing about her nanny. not one bit.
it's all misser bwat. all the time. i change her diaper, bath her, keep her on a schedule, feed her...you know - the necessities. and he gets all the love and adoration.
all the love and adoration.
girl loves her some bwat. and trust me, i need only come as close as the phone will instagram it, closer than this...i get the stare down and the "my misser bwat!"
and from the looks of things. the feelings mutual.