Sugared

Whiskey wants to be in my lap all the time. Except when I’m trying to stage a coordinated photo. Then he pretends he hates to be held. Whisk. You’re killing me Smalls.

Happy macaron day, happy first day of spring, happy solstice. May the warm weather find us soon. Or may the hot chocolate go on sale.

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