Needless to say, I am freaking out and mourning the loss of my precious wittle angelbutt who is now almost one, going on 12. The child, she has the "sass" bit down.
Oh, did I mention that she also has perfected the art of the temper tantrum? Refined is more like the word. She knows that there is this spot in between my legs where I can't reach her well enough to pick her up, so she clings to that spot and whines and screams and bites and I am thinking it is almost time to trade her in on a new model. This one is making a racket.
Attractive quality in woman, no? I am never going to get her married off.
*Fast and loose are probably the only two things I am not. Fertile? As the Tennessee valley, but not so much with the loose. So don't go getting any ideas. I am so not going to make out with you.