I love her. She has sweet dog breath, not the dead carcass breath that Zoee always has.
This is an artistic creation of Rhianna. She leaved it on the table and I just hadta include it, it's so awesome. My tin snips were on the table because I was using them to cut the hemp rope for that table and had yet to put them back in their toolbox home. She wasn't implying, by this picture, that she would cut his nose. That would be mean. The idea was that she could grab it and twist, thus breaking his nose, haha, very good drawing of tin snips, though.
Listening to: The alarm in my head telling me to get ready to go on down to my sister's beach bum paradise and the whistling of a few very nice sounding birds that are saying how nice it is while it's still morning, before it becomes OMFhot.
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