Feed me fashionably fresh

Bits of cheerios on my living room rug commingle with piles of cooling laundry.  My abandoned open laptop drains its battery, as a barrage of e-mails, and a half-composed post on Maternity Fashion Flops, dances and dims across the screen.  

But Coco and I are snuggled up for an afternoon siesta.  The squishiness of her thighs and the scent of cupcakes behind her neck rolls lured me in. 

Feed me fashionably fresh