man she can boil her mama’s blood.
nary a lass to nail naughty like my priscilla.
she is my high priestess of highjinks.
‘cilla’s latest nonsense involves a box of dryer sheets and a 3 minute lag in supervision.
needless to say she {and her internal organs} are smelling april fresh.
i’ve succumbed to leashing her at all hours…much like those moms who tether their children at the mall.
{i’m one hamburger helper purchase away from collegiate sweats and a scrunchy}
but on a dime she can shift my temper tame.
gaga even.
this crazy girl whom i found on the side of the road.
cracking my heart wide open, pulling it wall to wall, ceiling to floor.
Awwwwwwwww…she is simply gorgeous….one could not stay angry with a face like that!
awwwww….but SO CUTE!!! Do I have Priscilla to thank for my sore lower-half from class this morning?!?! =) XoXo
I can't believe you found her on the side of the road! These sweet souls have a way of finding us don't they?
xo mary jo
She is soooo adorable. I love that first shot of her next to that glamorous book shelf
LOVE her.
'cilla, you naughty girl!
I love that naughty girl! She keeps you on your toes after all those angel boys. I too have my little rescued girl….found in a dumpster….barely alive. Scout is Priscilla kindred spirit. And when she is good…she is VERY GOOD. BUt when she is bad…….
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