“Chris! You could be a kitten magnet!” ****wipes brow because I didn’t have to explain the crassness of this costume***
3 seconds into our first yearly trip to the Halloween store and I’m already creeped out. Thanks Annabelle!
Someone thought the burglars were hiding under one of the trees in the backyard. On the plus side, I’ll have a clean dog and a little cave she excavated to hang out in.
Besides the Viewmaster wheels this was one other flea market find.
1000% ESTRADA!!!
Enjoying my flea market Viewmaster finds. CHiPs FTW!
It’s so dang easy to see other people’s spelling errors on a document. They almost jump off the page at you. My own errors, on the other hand, are camouflaged on the page, requiring extreme scrutiny to find. Autocorrect is my copilot.
Cutting Edge Technology circa 2005.
Bro-bro and Sissy are canoodling in the nip box. The cute hurts.
I’m enabling the cats with their sticky icky. It’s a Saturday afternoon cat stoner-fest.
On my list of “things that creep me out a whole bunch in the world,” this has to be near the very top: A tooth water fountain that’s grey colored to boot.
Eeyore even looks sad riding a unicorn. That’s SO Eeyore.
Gambit (aka Sloth and Big Boy) may have a problem with the nip.
Enabling our cats’ dependency on “the nip drugs.”
The dogs may finally have the idiocy run out of them.
