07-31-2012, 12:59 PM
"Sitting on a porch swing in mid-summer on a partly cloudy day with a slight breeze, reading a good book, with a not-terrible song occasionally running through my head, petting the kitten and knowing I'll be able to talk to my best friend later -- that's life as it should be.
Except maybe that cat.
And the fleas from said cat."
-Me, from the longest email I'll probably ever write
Except maybe that cat.
And the fleas from said cat."
-Me, from the longest email I'll probably ever write