I live next door to a Buffista, AIFG.
I'm quite happy to take supplements instead of eating dirt. I'm also happy to sneeze for a month or so out of the year instead of having parasites all year round. If my allergies called for epipens instead of kleenex, I might feel differently.
Only if we can get cable in our caves.
Buffista cave?
Clan of the Cave Buffista?
Clan of the Cave Buffista?
And by clan we mean porn.
well, duh - we're Buffistas!
Bubba decided that 5:30 this morning was a good time to play Fetch the Mouse with me.
He was wrong.
And by clan we mean porn.
So did Jean M. Auel, if I'm remembering correctly.
Shadow got left in the garage overnight. Such bad language that little cat knows.
Such bad language that little cat knows.
And where did he learn that, hmm?
Poor Shadow. Leo sends his sympathies; he's currently stashed in the spare room while workmen bang around and go in and out. He's quite annoyed. No idea where Percy is; he disappeared into the ether as soon as he heard the trucks.