so we head back in as we still have time till the last train leaves.. (840pm)
the kids and dad hit the game room upstairs.. while I decide I need a foot massage.. but can I hold and nurse ozzy?? they take me to an open LOUDER area where this ok..
they taken apon themselves to hold ozzy while I relax.. I think.. ok.. but I would be better if you let me hold my ozzy.. WHO I KNOW IS BEYOND tired and wanting comfort... but true to ozzy.. you know they need some ozzyness so you turn it up.. flash your grins.. and snuggle.. never mind your own needs.. you just think.. oh well. I will wait just a bit longer.. I finally got you back when just a CUSTOMER wanted a piece of you.. I said BOOB in japanese.. which IS WHAT THEY say here..
YOU were OUT.. i don't even KNOW.. as DUDE ANY OTHER child of mine... would have been VOICING his/her tired.. his/her NEED to be LEFT ALONE.. but ozzy.. gift of the ozzy..
squeeze your perfection..