Some good things did come out of my little trip to the hospital. Like, I got to eat pancakes. See, food service brought me real grown up meals, like cheese burgers, ham and cheese poboys, and chicken fingers. Anyway, I LOVED the pancakes and pitched a little bit of fit when the Cuddler didn't move fast enough with my bites. So, the Cuddler bought me some waffles, and this is my look of sheer, sugared happiness.
Love, a sticky little Plum