Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Pieces of Kody

I think of him when I do laundry,



I think of him when I walk around in my garden / chore flip flops


I think about him when I look to prepare said garden and wonder 'how does one fill a hole to china?'


I think about him when I realize where my peanut butter disappeared to


Or that mysterious bag of chips...



I think of him when I look at my remaining carpet



And random ball spots all over my walls...



And I think of him because of the MANY times he makes one of my shoes disappear; but, fuzzy or not...


He IS my favorite boy.

5 comments:

debbyd said...

this blog is fun to wake up to with your morning coffee. hey it just hit me. you're finally writing a comic strip. duh debby. i remember wanting to write one of you and bear in your old escort.

this is priceless t.k. :) xxoo

Michelle Ann said...

Oh Kody...you just can't help but love him.

Beth said...

Mine too!!!

Carrie™ said...

Isn't it amazing how they become so involved in our lives. We had my stepdaughter over on the weekend, so when I was getting ready for work Sat. morning, I couldn't walk around naked or in my undies like I usually do while doing all the make-up & hair stuff - I had to put on my bathrobe. Well, you know who has taken to lying on it all the time or balling it up and using it for a pillow, so it smelled like dog, was full of cookie crumbs and hair. Even though it was stinky and itchy, I loved it!

Anonymous said...

I would give Kody and big ole wet kiss on the nose if I could:-)

Great job on the pics and descriptions!

Robin