I am alive!!! Yes, it’s true. I swear. Often, but that’s besides the point.
I have found out that being alive right now is sorta a good thing. The world is burning, and I can’t eat marshmallows anymore. So no s’more for me. “You can have mine.” But I get to make all the biscuits and gravy I want on this campfire. And S.O.S. is really good too. Campfire cooking is the best, right? So while I’m laughing at everything that is happening around me, I have been told that I am a LITTLE. Yep, it’s been confirmed by someone I trust with my everything. And she thinks my LITTLE age is somewhere between 1-2 years old. “And I thought I might have been between 2-8 years old.” Well that goes to show you that maybe, just maybe, I don’t know myself as good as I thought I did. So that all being said and out there for everyone to see, (Like that many people actually read this stuff.) I have decided to really try and write some more. If I quit slipping so much on my time off that is.
I have been fighting my Little side so much, I almost died. Not joking here. I really almost died a couple of times. Now I have a sincere attached to me at all times. And I now have a Little toy attached to my wrist that looks cute and rattles every time I move. It cute and soft and I can bite it if I want. But I just pet it, no bite. Yep I was given a wrist rattle to keep me entertained when I’m all alone and bored out of my BIG mind.