is it normal.....
to have a cat living under your bathroom sink?
is it normal to open a cupboard in the kitchen and find another?
is it normal to accuse one of your dogs of being lazy and cheating and cutting corners off our evening field excerise walks?
is it normal to love a giant, pink, baby dinasuar pig, and think her temper tantrums are cute?
is it normal to be jealous of a baby calf's oh so lovely and long eye lashes?
is it normal to have debates with demanding prima donna's with fur and actually think you can win?
is it normal to worship a grumpy, ancient and twisted old troll who leaks on your kitchen floor?
is it normal that the newest love of your life is a tiny turtle-foot hobbit wearing a sweater vest?
and is it normal to have to use a sticky lint roller brush to clean off your pillows before bedtime each night?
i don't think it is actually normal, but still, it is all rather nice.
i love these guys, not normal and still so very nice.
(but that is only because this morning they are all being good and no one is actually pissing me off yet)