cuteness

i am the type of person who squeals when she sees something cute. i always have. i never expected myself to grow out of it (as many others did) because it's just who i am. i had posters of puppies and teddy bears on my wall as a kid, and i can barely look at a kitten because i can stand how cute it is!

my best friend, emily, and i frequently share our cute experiences. when she went to japan, she took pictures of cuteness and sent them to me. i send her letters (old school) with only the cutest stickers adorning the envelope.

i draw turtles wearing top hats and bunnies with one ear flopped down.

i love cuteness!

when i met shaun, he informed me that my use of "cute" as a response to everything was a southern thing... i disagree... i think it's a kaycie thing.

and as much as i complain about vancouver, i have to say... it wins the cuteness award!!!

here is a list of all the cute things i've seen in the last few weeks:

*a stuffed panda bear the size of a small boy waving it's arms in a convenience store window (the small boy doing the puppet work was almost unnoticeable!)

*a tiny little dog who couldn't jump onto the curb... his owner had to sort of pull him up!

*a doberman carrying his owner's grocery bag... i walked two blocks behind him, squealing the whole way!!

*two pugs, one black and one white, appearing to engage in conversation

*a giant great dane, only 10 months old weighing in at 178 lbs... resting on the floor of the elevator

honestly, i could go on, but i just can't handle all the cuteness!! **squeal!!!**