I'm still recuperating from my wisdom teeth removal, so no big post today. I will be posting more as soon as my face finishes its transformation from a square to its original oval shape.
Sidenote. I have never truly appreciated my cheekbones until I watched them dissapear under a layer of puffy swelling. And drugs. I definitely appreciate drugs right now.Andrew and the furry babies have been good company these past few days. Lucy is especially concerned about me; feeling that I'm a bit off (i.e., high on painkillers), she's been following me around everywhere.
She's a perfect dog, except for her excessive jealousy. Apparently in her mind, Andrew and I's relationship revolves completely around her; any time spent on each other is a waste of time. Whenever Lucy catches us hugging, cuddling or giving each other any amount of attention, she immediately intervenes so that everything is once again about her. Our only purpose in life is to serve her.
These pictures were taken today when Andrew tried to hang out with me on the floor.
|That's right, man-bitch. You need to be put in your place.|
This is probably why the romance has died.