Thursday, November 3, 2011
I could take a photo of her every day and they would all be hilarious.
What's going on in that brain, as she lays there and stares (and drools) for hours? Crickets chirping in the dark? The sound of howling winds racing across the empty plains?
Yeah. Gotta be something like that.
Posted by Liz T. at 12:40 PM