i’m back in my beloved housesitting king bed but this time it’s full of me, fluffernut, fartdog, and j. it’s grossing me out with cuteness bc snuggling is a pretty big deal for j, who for various reasons doesn’t get physically close to people. pretty much ever. 

i mean i’m still kind of annoyed that it’s causing me to miss out on mooching off the beer fridge, but i’m trying this new thing where i think about priorities?