I made meatballs for the first time on Wednesday night in preparation for cooking Clyde spaghetti dinner yesterday. (He mentioned loving it as a kid). It was good! And I got lots of cuddles after. Etc ;)
But him and Ryan did pin me down a few times and tickle me until I couldn’t breathe… wah. Oh well, Clyde slept over and we both got up for work, so it was nice. That always puts me in a good mood. I like waking him up and and how his first reaction is to pull me in towards him. He’s a poophead.