Oh, what cute kids! Between all of the photos you people are posting and getting to spend time with Princess Tickybox, I am now ded ded ded from the cute, and posting from the Great Beyond.
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Cutieheads!
I keep telling my SIL that Gavin should be in movies. But I'm ridonkulously biased.
A world of awwwww in the last 20 posts. So many adorable kids!
Does Owen have an owie? That looked like a bandaid on his forehead.
That looked like a bandaid on his forehead.
No recent boo-boos. I think it might be glare off of vampire boy's skin. I should start training him as a goth right now, shouldn't I? I don't know if he'll look as good in velvet as Princess Tickybox but it's worth a shot. If those two grow up and get married their offspring would be translucent.
But I'm ridonkulously biased.
My completely objective opinion is to find the kid an agent.
As I type, I can hear something gnawing away at inside the wall. My cat Pico, is sitting on the floor about 4 feet away from the noise, looking at me, as if I'm supposed to be doing something about it.
as if I'm supposed to be doing something about it.
Well, DUH. You are supposed to free it from the wall so Pico can have a toy. Sheesh, Sue.
Hee. When we had mamacat in the house, she would do that. As if to say, excuse me, but did you know you have mice in this house? I would tell her I was going to stop feeding her. Then she'd wind around my legs. I would feed her. She always won.
When we had mamacat in the house, she would do that. As if to say, excuse me, but did you know you have mice in this house? I would tell her I was going to stop feeding her. Then she'd wind around my legs. I would feed her. She always won.
Well, yeah. Because if you didn't feed her, she'd use the Secret Ninja Death Leg-Wind to trip you up and cause you to kill yourself by head-bonk, and then she'd have a feast. Your feeding her was self-preservation, really.