'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
They're good. They've decide that for a human, I'm pretty cool. They demand lap time... stuff like that. We even made the round trip to KC (and a house with 2 dogs) with very little stress. Currently, Rosie is racing around like a maniac and Gilda is alternating between trying to become one with the crack pad and chasing Rosie.
I really need to get some film for the camera.
"The Lord didn't say nuclear.
But did the Lord say "Nucular"?
He does a bit about the BttF movies, as well: [link]=
ZOMG, that's the funniest thing I've seen in weeks, and I've been watching some funny YouTube videos lately.
I really need to get some film for the camera.
I had to learn how to use mom's work camcorder in order to teach her how to use it. I started with taping myself but that was way the hell too cringeworthy. I just couldn't stand it.
This is how I ended up with 10 minutes of a very determined small black cat chasing a laser pointer doing figure eights on the wall, with only occasional mutters from me as I tried something new.
My mouse just barfed out its ball.
I think that's a sign for me to go home.
And empty my fucking kitchen.
My mouse just barfed out its ball.
It took a full ten seconds before I realized you weren't speaking about a four-legged creature.
It took a full ten seconds before I realized you weren't speaking about a four-legged creature.
Same here. And your post was already here, but I was so struck by the comment, I couldn't keep reading. Good heavens, the visual I had!
It wasn't quite 10 seconds for me, but there was certainly a moment's pause.
It took a full ten seconds before I realized you weren't speaking about a four-legged creature.
Me too.
no wonder sarameg needs exterminators...
It took a full ten seconds before I realized you weren't speaking about a four-legged creature.
Same here. It's good to know I wasn't alone in that.
ION: Dear guy who stared at me like I was a zoo escapee, *I* am not the one walking down the hallway with a styrofoam cup clenched in my teeth like a dog with a frisbee. Try to be a little more self-aware.