Do little hicky
A bonus, for “Kev” and his “Clan”
We embrace, spoon style as he's rather twitchy. Tickly and prickly. He pecks the inside of my elbow like a machine gun. I reach out an arm to enclose another one because it appears that everyone is in a touchy feely kind of a mood. The infection proves contagious as the last one snuggles into the huddle. I am lucky to have exceptionally long arms, the kind that poke out two inches from every cuff ever designed. They giggle in a piggle, with far too many sucky and gurgley noises because we don't need any words. They burst apart at the same immeasurable second as an invisible message passes between them. They hare off on tippy toes, blundering hither and thither with whoops of glee, so miserable are we. I glance down at my arm.
Damn!
How am I gong to explain that love bite?






















October 15th, 2007 at 6:12 pm
You don’t have to explain. Wear it proudly.
October 15th, 2007 at 7:53 pm
Gotta love a heap. They are so cute all matched, too.
October 15th, 2007 at 7:54 pm
What beautiful faces!
October 15th, 2007 at 10:25 pm
I actually wanted to link to the lovely video footage of Megan and her family in the garden with the trampolene……but of course it’s gone.
Best wishes dearies
October 16th, 2007 at 1:07 am
Blame it on the cat?
October 16th, 2007 at 4:58 am
I agree with Oh, the joys, but if you HAVE to explain; Its close enough to Halloween to blame it on a short and geographicaly challenged vampire
October 16th, 2007 at 8:30 am
Say you taste good. LOL
I’d take the love bite over the mean bites any day. Boy do I have a story about that!
October 16th, 2007 at 7:49 pm
Maddy, this is sparkling! I could hear the giggles and slurps as they “marked” you as theirs! LOL