She's coming into her own.
She has taken over the guest bedroom,
as her own, filled with toys and non-toys
(grandmas camera case)
which she lifted off the coffee table.
My dad asked me if my toilet paper holder
was broken because I had it on the counter.
Nope.
Lola likes to unroll rolls and rolls of toilet paper.
Scary Barry's cat walked right by the front window,
which excited yet puzzled her so she sort of just whined,
or should I say whimpered?
*Last BUT not least, we are no longer getting up
at 3am to play with the frogs or whatever is out there.
