(Posted a day early since it’s his birthday over at his timezone.)
This past weekend, I nearly lost my Sinny-babe. It happened so fast that there was no time for me to panic, but now that she’s safe and sound and happily munching on rice, I can engage in all the cardiac arrest I want.
She’s such an intelligent, booty-ful bird.
Pic nipped off Natalie’s collection, because I have a dreadful habit of neglecting to snap my own pics. That’s us at the zine fest, before Natalie and Kurt had to leave. I’m holding up a drawing I did for them that day, and Natalie’s holding the original framed version of a commission I previously did for her. Aww!