The hill is getting steeper by the minute.
At least thats what it feels like- my ankles are getting weaker by the day, and I definitely don’t have the knees for such demands.
Regardless. I am starting to feel a bit defective.
I have this fantasy in my head; where my daddy comes home to find me cleaning and cooking and making everything perfect for him, in nothing but an apron.
He walks through, I hear keys jingle as theyre put away and the stomps of his boots by the front door.
I hastily run to the door way greeting him, before kneeling saying : welcome home :).
But, alas, I’ve yet to find a daddy that would let me do that for him.
Maybe I’m too picky ?…
I will be honest, I get the ick FAST when I see traits I don’t like….
And I have a keen nose for danger- even though, sometimes my nose leads me to it (if you know what I mean.)
I don’t know.
maybe I’m searching for outside sources so I don’t have to think about the internal ones.
to be honest I do get a little jealous reading some of your blogs from time to time.
but, as an old friend would say:
tis but a ramble.
~bunny
