Mainly me. I should have some. But are they mine? Oh-ho, no. Bella got a package today, all the way from Boston. It had a few select little treasures in it, but primary for both of us: Behold The Pajama-Pants of Awesomeness, courtesy of The Girl, who is Bella's newest "Best Friend":
Do you see?* Do you see why they are fabulous, aside from the fact that someone MADE THEM WITH HER VERY OWN HANDS, which I couldn't do to save my life? (Seriously--these things look like they were stitched up by a pro. Coolness.) Check out the fabric. It's cuddly-soft flannel, for one thing, but look at that print (click to enlarge).
Yup, black poodles. PRETTY black poodles! And now is the point at which every poodle person who reads this blog (and that's plenty, because OUR NUMBERS ARE LEGION) is screaming to themselves, "WHERE CAN I GET THAT FABRIC?!?!?" Maybe someone will tell us. Maybe someone will also tell me how to pry the poodle socks that were intended for ME away from this child, who insists that she "is SO big enough" to wear them.
*Also, do you see the obviously genetic monkey-toes? Yeah. Those are mine. You know you wish you had you some of those, so you, too, could hang upside-down from a clothesline. Admit it.
Ahhhhhh...long day, pressies in the mail, the threat of "phone calls to Santa" are holding steady as a disciplinary procedure that we plan to milk for all it's worth for the next month, and best of all, free NABLOPOMO post. Life is good.