2007
 I walked toward the bookshelf.  I heard the rumble of champagne poured into flute glasses.  I turned to face the living room.  I ran between the sides of a triangle formed by Michael, Shelly, and Tony sitting on the floor.  I ran between the walls.  I ran between two small couches and made myself as large as possible.
I walked toward the bookshelf.  I heard the rumble of champagne poured into flute glasses.  I turned to face the living room.  I ran between the sides of a triangle formed by Michael, Shelly, and Tony sitting on the floor.  I ran between the walls.  I ran between two small couches and made myself as large as possible.
    




3 Comments:
Short, sweet, and spunky... just how it should be!
Come to Chicago and scratch the underside of my chin and open up the bathtub spigot, KevKev!
happy naps & peppy struts for the Shimster...
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