The Watchman

Little B, on the landing. Every time I go upstairs, he's deeply suspicious and suspects foul play, i.e.; that I might be going out!

I was supposed to have my hair done today, but my hairdresser was sick so we've postponed until tomorrow (fingers crossed).

So I'm chilling at home, with B. The weather is a bit better than yesterday, but it's rather dreary, so I'm having a Teen Mom marathon on MTV ;-)