Snuggle up, snuggle up, if you don't have a mate grab your best pillows for a date.
I finally got off the sofa, me being a holiday loafer. Went upstairs to my bed, had a warm cuddle in my head. Jumped in bed with my mate, she screamed, "why you so dam late?"
Better late than never at all, so I missed her first call. Then the second, I reckon. But the third, was a scream I heard.
Once in the cuddle, I enjoyed the huddle. Warm and tight, we slept the whole night. There we lay, until late the next day. It'll be this way, for the rest of the holiday.
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Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)
Reviewed on December 29, 2006
That's all right. Love it.
It's the little things that matter.
Loved it...I too have a mate that dozes in the recliner and I am the one on the other end, asking why he's so late, but that warm cuddle and snuggle helps one forget, but until that moment Boomer keeps my feet warm, after all what's a good house dog for? Enjoyed my friend!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
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It's the little things that matter.
Michael
Now back to your puter you loafer you!!
Love Tinka :)
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling