88. Honey, I Killed Mr. Cyprus
March2
I was running around after dinner trying to get things done so that I could head off to a Baker’s Dozen meeting.
Cyprus had fallen asleep in my arms, but I thought he was waking up, so put him on the floor so that I could grab a few things to go out the door.
Apparently, he was NOT yet awake, so he stayed the way that I had put him down.
Jared and I couldn’t stop laughing at how funny he looked laying there on the floor totally zonked out.




