Lucy steals socks. Amusing, but not so much when she goes after the ones you're currently wearing. Ouchie.
While you are wearing them? Ouch is right!
One of my parent's Golden Retrievers steals shoes. And slippers. And socks. But only when they are off of actual feet. He's not impressive as a thief anymore. Though watching him run around with the purloined footwear in his mouth is funny. Happily trotting around with a sock or a slide.
I had a barn cat steal my wool hat a few times while I was wearing it.
Daisy steals panties? Amusing dog.
OK, for a second I thought we meant Daisy Jane. Oh dear.
And cancer? Cancer is stoopid.
I flashed to Daisy Jane... I admit it.
Cancer is way stupid. Fuck Canada, I am totally blaming cancer these days.
This sounds like a good plan as well Cass.
Cancer is way stupid. Fuck Canada, I am totally blaming cancer these days.
One of the Kids in the Hall appologized for causing cancer. So it's all connected.
I think it is an excellent plan. Though I might be overreacting just a little. It's been that kind of night.
My other plan of taquitos and beer is turning out well.
So it's all connected.
I shall blame cancer *and* Canada.
Fucking Canada could be fun...
You know how dryers always steal socks and panties...? Could be a Canadian plot...
It seems unreal that my grandma was this vibrant person at my parent's Christmas party on the 10th.
My dad was battling illness for years. The last time I saw him, he was doing fine for a seventy year old with multiple problems. We went to the store, he bought me a shovel for my car, as I had none and the holidays were coming on. Then I drove down to my cousin Steve's for Thanksgiving. On the day after Thanksgiving I stopped by my sister's house for belated Turkey Day dinner and she had just gotten the call that dad was dead. He was doing so well.
"It's always sudden."
That was ten years ago.