Murphy??? Did you eat your bed? Is that your no, not me bewildered look? I’m thinking you might have to work on your poker face. If you want a new bed, like the pretty little pink one intended for Penelope, yet I catch you curled up in it…I get the message. For my fuc*ing Birthday, you get a new bed…but not today my love. It’s my day.
So, it’s my Birthday and I’m taking the night off to get my tipsy on. Sending my love to all of you and Murphy, BTW, you are still my flirtatious Romeo.xoxo
Happy Birthday Julie! Love your blog!
Taylor, that means the world to me… Thank you so much. xoxox