I had the mis/fortune of having Z's company while I was at work last night: the party girl. She kept making her presence known by her perfected raspberries; the little squeals of self-entertainment; bouncing in her chair. Every time I'd look over, because I'm sure she just wanted to see if she could get my attention, she's give me one of her big knockout toothless smiles. Now, how can a person concentrate with that kind of not inconsiderable love-attention directed at them.
I apologize for the mood lighting: I didn't want to put Z out of sorts by turning on brighter lights, but it seems she was a little disconcerted by the little red one. If you're really patient, however, she'll give you a good raspberry towards the end.
