Thursday, April 4, 2013


Belle provides such comic relief.  I left her alone, playing on my very high bed, while I disappeared into the bathroom down the hall.  I heard a cry halfway through my business.  Certain she wasn't in distress, I took my time and finished.  Belle was still crying when I reached the door.  I soon knew why.  Belle had gotten stuck on the ledge of the bed in her attempt to back off the bed and onto the floor.  I couldn't stop laughing.  Belle is the short stick.  I "rescued" her and put her back at the breast, where she is now.

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