How much would you say is an appropriate amount to talk to one’s animals? If the answer is not, “oh like constantly whenever one is around one’s animals,” then I may be overdoing it a bit. But in fairness to me, Ryan worked nights for 18 fricking months and I had no one to talk to besides either myself or the dogs and the dogs just seemed like a saner alternative. So I’m going to forgive myself for exclaiming “Daisy do you see that monkey!? Do you want to eat that monkey?” while watching Love In The Wild last night. I’m also going to forgive myself for watching Love In The Wild in the first place.
|Oh Sam and Mike Please Fall In Love. Please Please Please.|
|Noooo!! Don't Eat Ryan!!|