My sister Kasey is not a snugglebug like I am. She does her version of snuggling with Him, by snuggling up to His hand when He is trying to write. Kasey has been getting closer to Her, but not quite in snuggle-mode yet. Well, that's OK, because I am Her snuggle-bug, and we have our snuggle time when She is in Her chair. She doesn't scold me when I interfere with Her puzzles, or phone calls or TV shows. It does us both a lot of good, and I recommend it for general feeling-better purposes.
She feels very chipper today, because Her bum leg is almost all better, and She is looking forward to seeing Her beloved Crones this evening. Plus, She knows She will have some most excellent coffee-the-drink, which we all know She loves.
He will need cheering tonight, though, so I may need to snuggle with Him while She is gone to Her meeting. You can guess why. Yes, His mother. He took her to get her new glasses, and gave Him a lot of grief about how He doesn't help her and yada yada (as She says). So He takes her to lunch and comes home all sad and tired. What She says is Her leg feels better, but there is a definite pain in Her butt. I get that. Do you? Well, luckily for Them, there is a snuggle-bug in the house.
She is reminding me that tomorrow is Mable'sMom's birthday, but M'sM is too tired to celebrate. Poor lady. Well, I'll send her some snuggles as well. Later, gator.
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