Sweet and Sour

Emily's Jekyll and Hyde powers sneak up and nab you.

Here's sweetie-pie, who, after circling my feet (I was wrapping a gift at the kitchen table), decided to wait more comfy:

[ps, I love you, Mommy]

[Oh, and sleepy now]

Then, romping around all excited, thinking it was time for 'Fetch!,' decided it wasn't fun anymore when I put her old puppy coat on, and plopped down on a cushion to royally sulk:

[Boo! Hate you, hate you, all!]

Horrible World, Dreadful News Everywhere

On a blah-growly day like this, the only thing keeping H. from imploding from the yuck, is Emily on her lap, hard at work gnawing on her tripe rolly. Even if Mommy's stomach is used as a super-stinky chewy-rest.