Look At Me!

Remember this?

When he turned sixty they said, "He's not sixty years old, he's three twenty year olds."


Judging from the way he rocked it baby at the Grammys last week, I'm inclined to agree.And then there are those memories, the ones many of us have, that we each think are ours alone.



Bad Boy

Baby boy

My boy (Hey, I know how to share!)

Eye Candy Monday - When One is Not Enough

Boo hoo sob sob I'm still sick. I sleep. I sip ginger ale. I read half a paragraph of a magazine. I sleep more. I have an inhaler, like an asthmatic.


Felix takes care of me, of course. But he has so much he needs to get done.
I believe we need reinforcements. I believe we need:

Him:

I don't want him to burn out, giving me my sponge bath and taking my temperature and fetching ice chips and ginger ale.

I know I'm high maintenance. I've never denied it. So perhaps it's best if we bring in even more reinforcements.

Him:

Yes, I think the three of them can do the job. Before I take my mega pill, which will knock me out before I can take a single sip of ginger ale from my bendy straw, I will express my appreciation to those who take care of me.

I love Felix, too.



xoxo Madeline


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