I was clicking through by brain for something whitty to write about on this grand frist day of the new year but all my vaults are empty. I was going to tell you how much my man grosses me out when he has a cold. You know he has some mucus and then feels the need every 10 minutes to hack up his lung and spit it out. But I think I'll try to find something not so unpleasant to talk about. Nope nothing comes to mind so I'm going to borrow Candice's idea (thanks). Here are some photo's from 2009 that make me feel good.
Jasmine and Savanna having a bonding moment