right now, i’m laying in bed & for the first time that i could really ever remember miles AND max are cuddled up next to me. (of course max is off to the side, not like miles who’s head lays sweetly on my stomach) everytime i glance over at them, them seem so perfect, & i cannot imagine them running away from me in the yard or chewing up my brand new pair of flip flops. If only they could sleep forever.
i’m also currently on the 369th page of 50 shades of grey, & although i’m obsessively reading it, i still haven’t formed a real opinion of it. i’m slightly disappointed at the sex scenes so far, i’ve read much dirtier books.
i have however fallen inlove with the line “i’m 50 shades of fucked up”
lately that is exactly how i’ve felt.