This is where I was going to take a photo a day in 2012 but forgot to stop. I also write something random to give you an insight into the craziness that is Susan's mind.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
November 26. Day 330. Feed me
So the way to a man's heart is though his stomach. That's just soft. You won't get to my heart with food. You will get to my soul. It's an emotional thing. It's a comfort thing. Some times it's about hunger. Some times it's about taste. A lot of the time it's about so much more. It's instinct right? From the time we are babies we are driven by food. These three where practically climbing over each other in the nest to get their fair share and more and making a right regular noise about it too. That's me when I'm hungry,. Try and come between me and food and you won't hear the end of it. Like a wild predator, I'm much easier to deal with when I'm well fed. Even more so if I'm well rested. Those signs about not feeding the wild life? Ignore them. Some wild life are a lot tamer when fed.