I love the sound of my own voice but what is love and why do we crave it so much? Questions like this are far too serious for me to even attempt to understand and I wouldn’t usually touch it with a search engine but today is a special day for today, I got up out of bed. I thought it would be best to rip the plaster straight off so I just got up without thinking. This proved to be a mistake. When you’re not used to getting up out of bed, you become massively lazy and sleep. When you try to break the habit of a couple of hundred years, the body hasn’t a clue how to react so it goes to sleep and you end up on the floor. I’d like to report that I’m used to dusting myself off getting back in the saddle but I’m not. I decided to go back to bed and slept like a crossword clue because I had truly exerted myself and was really tired. I came to the conclusion that I love my bed but not as much as these guys love their son:
These are really cool parents!
Tattoo love is the strongest love!