I was just coming back from reading the family's blog to comment, but Fay said it better.
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It definitely make sense. It just feels weird.
Yeah, that's how I feel too.
Thing the first - CJ got a new terry cloth robe for Christmas. He has taken to wearing it as a lounging robe over his clothes in the evenings.
Thing the second - The dog is currently lounging across the kitty crack pad, chewing on a doggie treat while the cat is giving him the evil eye from a few feet away. I give it 5 minutes before she educates the dog on crack pad ownership.
my cat is staring at his food bowl. guess he wants food.
my cat is staring at his food bowl. guess he wants food.
Does your cat's breath smell like cat food, beth?
He has taken to wearing it as a lounging robe over his clothes in the evenings.
Start calling him "Hef."
Start calling him "Hef."
Heeee! It is camoflauge terry cloth, not silk, but yeah...
Does your cat's breath smell like cat food, beth?
now it does.
you were waiting for that answer, weren't you?
{{{fay}}} {{{fay's wee sister}}} and lots of ~card cancel-ma or whatever sort of ~ ma is needed.
Also, curses on the so-called friend.
Wee sister Jay needs better friends.
Shoot him in the cock, Fay.