About a minute after this was taken, Bubble attacked Marshall for trying to sit on my lap. Merry Bubbmas!
Bubble caught a bad case of the Mondays.
One of the things I love most about Bubble is how much she hates mornings. Every morning when we wake up, she is the last to get out of bed. She pops her head out from under the covers, groans and looks at me like, “You have got to be kidding me.”
Bubble and Marshall have fallen asleep like this. I just wanna smooch them!