(Sing it with me, peeps.)
"I think about it every night and day.
I spread my wings and fly away."
Okay, I'll stop. 'Cause R Kelly isn't exactly somebody you wanna quote--even if his song from back in the day is R&B addictiveness.
Anywho...
Chica has decided she wants to touch anything and everything that's attached to the ceiling these days.
Seriously:
It was cute for a second. But now my shoulders are just sore.
Oye.
I blame it on Daddy. He started it.
So I'll blame the chiropractor bills on him, too.
;)
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