wild thing....i'll eat her up, i love her so.

when the foster boys were here we had a hard time with karyssa going to bed. that has continued even after they've moved on. finally, after endless nights of catching her and her partner in crime (the foster brother that was only a month older than her) we built another bed and put her in our room. but that only lead to different kinds of mischief. every night i would catch her in various outfits of mine from the hamper. i finally started taking pictures, then there were so many pictures, i just stopped.

the night(s) karyssa wore her wolfsuit she made mischief of one kind:

and another:

and another: