She’d been trying to sleep on my arm, but I had to keep moving it to blow my nose. Poor thing.
It matches my socks. And my camera.
What’s in it?
I know what I’m told is in it, but I haven’t seen with my own eyes.
Can’t open it without knowing the combination.
The combination is in the sealed envelope.
Will curiosity get the better of me? Or will I put it away somewhere and not think about it for a while?
*Kitties have a much more fluid definition of “fits” than us mere mortals.
This thing is sitting on my desk. I picked it up in some middle-of-nowhere town on my way to LA a few months ago.
I keep seeing it, and thinking, “Oh, apple lollipop!”
But then I remember the crunchy center.
…Mostly, I think what’s keeping me from eating it is that then I wouldn’t have it anymore.