I feel like I haven't taken a breath in a week.
And you know, if you can't breathe, you can't blog. Oxygen to the brain and etc.
Anyway. I have yet to find the light at the end of the tunnel, so here's a really cute
picture of Oliver. Because why not, really?
He adopted Alyssa's old couch after she moved in. Sometimes he just piles all
of his toys and it and leers at me from across the room while he clutches his girraffe's throat
in his mouth. Do you feel like thats something to worry about?