Here I am, looking cute as a button, docile as can be... you wouldn't know it, but three minutes before this shot I was yelling in my best diva voice, "Mom, peaaaaase mine. MY 'puse,' my 'puse' (translation: "purse")."
Picture this-- me, all of 22 lbs, carrying mom's 300 pound Louis Vuitton around the house while simulatenously talking on my faux cell. Pretend phone conversation goes something like this: "Hewo? This Sella. Dad, call me back." Trouble? Nah, just really high maintenance. Wish Mommy would be faster on the draw with the camera. We'll get a pic of me in action soon enough. The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, I guess.
Stella
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