"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Friday, November 5, 2010

Charlotte can always find me when I'm trying to snooze on the couch. I cover my face with my blanket, but she knows just where to look. She uncovers me and laughs, then touches my nose and my lips. And sometimes pokes me in the eye.

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