Another thing my darling Jenny does during our morning repast is stretch and straighten my right arm; it feels wonderful after a long night of being bent across my stomach. Even better, she stretches my thumb away from my hand. Pure bliss.
While she was stretching my thumb this morning, my dear girl decided we should thumb wrestle. Guess who won.
4 days ago
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no more attempts at gang handshakes though. sorry for curling those pointers too hard. we'll have to not live in the hood anymore.
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