on the threshold of a dream
You called? *G* Hang in there, little chick... mother hen loves you! But I swear... between you and Toe, I should have been Catholic... I need the worry beads! *G* However, I know you're both gonna be fine... and nothing those surgeons can lop off or dig out will change my love for you... *S*
Toe's bald spot will just give me another smooch target. *G* But will all due respect, I am not, repeat NOT going to kiss YOUR ouchie! LOL.