Smiling honest happiness. The kind of chubby cheeks you find on a face. Sunday found Snowflake at The Cottage where he rediscovered his forgotten cache of soapy suds from last summer and everything was new again. No, no, that's not a pregnant redneck gal with her blouse open exposing a large round mound for some air that may catch your eye behind Snowflake as he reaches, but rather Big Pappy's beer belly. I'm thinking I should start treating that belly as if it were it's own entity. Give it a little pet name or something.
3 comments:
There's nothing like playing with bubbles to bring on some pure joy. He's so sweet!
Lovely blog you got here.
Love pappy's belly, yes indeed, you need to give it a pet name.
Thanks Something Blue! You made my week!
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