A boy and his doll

I am in a foul mood today. It is cold, and raining. I needed a new shirt for a big dinner tomorrow and my tits are too big for every shirt I tried.... possibly for every shirt in America. Someone hurt my feelings. I have to leave my house at 6:30AM tomorrow to drive an hour and a half to class and sit all day learning for the 10,987th time about home insurance. And my car is out of alignment. I am having a hard day.

So, to cheer myself up and save you the drudgery of my whiney ass, here are some photos and a story.

Elizabeth picked out a cute little dolly with her Winning-The-Art-Contest-At-The-Fair money. But when Colby saw the new addition... it was true love. He will now no longer brave the scary world outside (or inside) without his "Dowwey". Dowwey goes everywhere we do, and he can't sleep without her either.

Marty is SO PROUD. Really. *ahem*

"Bye Dowwy! Bye! Work!"














Colby goes to work.














When he gets home from work, he yanks his sister's hair for even sitting next to dolly.














And how cute is this at bedtime??? I just want to squeeze him... oh wait! I can.