Dear Daisy,
I don't know what superpower you possess that can cause you to go from this:
to this:
(Do not fear my Photoshop-Fu. Clearly.)
but your father and I are sick of sleeping like we're charter members of Cirque De Soleil.
Love,
The Woman Who Saved You From the Shelter, Dammit.
but your father and I are sick of sleeping like we're charter members of Cirque De Soleil.
Love,
The Woman Who Saved You From the Shelter, Dammit.