I've gotten quite behind on my blogging. Shame on me.
:::raising right hand:::
I, Ginger, promise to be more faithful with my blogging.
There. I feel better now.
Last Saturday, Brooke spent the night with a friend, leaving Queen Libby to fend for herself with just us lowly peasants for company. For whatever reason, she likes the broken arm of our sofa. (Steve thought it would be a good place to stand while changing a light bulb. It wasn't.)
I love how her little toes were all curled. She looks so sweet. Looks can be deceiving!