Skye takes a spin

So I know I’m supposed to tell the story of my husband nearly castrating his finger after smashing our glass coffee table while watching the kiddage, but I have like zero time.  After staying up until 4:00 am–4:00 AM–on Saturday night for my 20 year high school reunion, I am pretty much a zombie right now.  I figure at my age, I can expect to be fully recovered sometime late next week.  Which would be fine and dandy, except I have three articles due this week.

Since I have no time to write on subjects that don’t involve dating in random cities strewn throughout the United States, I’ll instead post some photos of Skye I found on my computer while searching for some specific baby photos of Finley, which of course I was an utter failure at locating.  Not to worry–no doubt I’ll stumble across the baby pics when searching for photos of Fergie eating our vacuum cleaner at a later date–that’s pretty much how stuff works around here.

At any rate, back on topic.  It’s official–there’s some major Fergie hound missing going on around here. I actually find myself following Skye around, hoping she’ll do a no-no, and my son has taken to asking, “When’s Fergie coming home?” on a regular basis.  Meaning about once every ten minutes.  Even hubby admits that he misses our naughty liver girl.

And since I couldn’t ever get Skye to perform any misdeeds in front of me (she’s more of a closet bad girl, that one), I had to instead settle for looking at these photos I found.  Still no misbehavior, but they are kind of cute.

So without further ado, here’s Skye performing her patented spin moves: