25 January 2013

sweet nothings

Connor swears the cat likes me better than him. If you take the evidence that she only lies on my lap, answers to my voice, and likes to follow me around, you may think he was correct. 

However, last night, in the wild throes of too much catnip, when given the choice between Connor's slippers and my suede moccasins, Cat threw up on my suede moccasins. Which sends a rather clear message.

Anyway, it is pretty outside. Have a gorgeous week(end).

x aubrie

Photos from bows and studs, a beautiful mess, born to be wild, trop rouge, and blondehaus.

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