Friday afternoon timeout.
A whole week of monkeying around can wear out even the strongest of us.
The Foofa falls asleep in my arms, and the weekend is here. Lovely! Red wine and finally some time with the handsome man of the house
(I am referring to the one
without
a beak and who
doesn't
go "cockadoodledoooo" in the morning now).
Can it be better? I think not.
