cardigan: F21 skirt:thrifted blouse:thrifted tights:target shoes: thrifted
I have to tell you...I must tell you...no I can't....BUT I MUST(internal struggle!) So me and the Indian, we get our cuddle on at night. You see, Sir Matt is always my numba one cuddler, but I usually go to bed before him so Indie takes his place as my not so manly but way more fluffy cuddle buddy. What can I say, I can't sleep without a little cuddle first. So last night me and the Indie are falling asleep, I even started getting those brilliant thoughts that are actually crazy and completely irrational, but to your sleepy mind they sound like gold, PURE GOLD! So I'm thinking my brilliant thoughts and I feel Indie wiggle around a bit, she kept wiggling and wiggling sliding further and further up the bed, but I didn't care at all, I was thinking of high heels made of spaghetti noodles and whether or not bathroom sinks could be stopped with loaves of bread. But then something atrocious happened.
I feel like someone just sneezed on my face or something, and I'm startled by the worst smell resembling rotten avocado and a container of milk that's sat out in the hot sun all day.
I quickly open my eyes and there's Indie's hiney. Practically touching my face. And Indie is turned around, wagging her little tale and smiling at me.
I had experienced none other than an up close and personal encounter with a puppy fart to the face! ooh the embarrassment!!! Oh the humanity!!!!
Not cool Indie.
Not cool at all.
I'm just going to go hide in shame now....ugh my mouth was open and everything.