Oh, be prepared. Crackie’s making up fer some lost scannin’ time now that I got me a purty new one.
I don’t know why I’m talking like I’m in Oklahoma! It’s distressing.
Let’s start over.
Remember the post where I talked about running around as a toddler with random ribbons and/or trash on my head declaring to anyone who would listen, “Can’t see me!”?
Yup. Well, here’s a prime example:
It’s important that you know I am invisible.
This means that you cannot see my droopy diaper or my sausage calves or my little shoes cruelly cutting off my sausage circulation.
Shhhhhh …… can’t see me ……
Your poor ankles! They look like they’re really suffering in that lack of circulation. Not that I can see you or anything.
I know. It’s too bad I’m invisible. I mean, why did I even post this??
I have never seen anything invisible that was so utterly adorable. With squooshable cheeks.
Well that is the cutest thing I’ve seen in weeks. You’re adorable! Then and now, even with trash on your head.
: )
Oh… is the trash invisible too? I’m not sure of the rules of this game. Sorry.
The idea is that those hi-top leather shoes keep their ankles from snapping like twigs from the cuteness overload.
If you could see her, and I’m not saying I can, you would recognize that Tracey is waaaay over specs.
I want to bite baby-you!
I get it! Your new scanner is the only magic machine that picks up images high on the Cuteness spectrum. . .
invisibul toddlur
Im in ur houze,
hidin under ur trash
Sal — /Im in ur houze, hidin under ur trash/
Hahahahahaha. Yes, I am.