The only come back I can think of is "rude much" .
I went to go get seafood. I paid too much bit don't care. When I came back I parked in the back and got out of my car and heard scrabbling on the deck and steps so I froze until I heard it move a way. Got in my car and drove to the front and got inside.
I'm sure it was a racoon but there have been bears spotted here. At one point I thought about walking down to the beach and Star gazing...I've seen a shooting star before... but maybe not tonight.
I know I would say the kind of thing that would lead to me chatting with Action News and/or law enforcement...probably best I'm not gonna breed.ETA: ESpecially since I'd be like "While you're here, I've got some questions, too."
The backpack/harness leash is a lifesaver around here where drivers are nuts and road rules are merely guidelines.
Much preferred over the actual wrist leash, which just makes me sad for all the reasons Beverly cited.
I see lots of wagons too. Very useful.
This sounds like a job for the silent, withering glare.
Love. This.
One of the most competent, safe, take charge, down to earth, you-want-to-be-her-minion people I ever met was raised by both parents in wheelchairs.
Kids adapt.
Kids adapt.
Exactly! And everyone's opinions except you and TCG simply do not matter.
Hey, y'all.
I know I've not been here in pixels often over the past couple of years, but I have been here in heart. And I know I really have no ... right, for lack of a better, to be bossy and declarative.
However.
I hereby make the Empirical Decree "No One Else". No-the-fuck-one else. Goddammit. And, as I told Cash, I'm doing a shot of Jack to seal it and make it so.
So ... just ... stay. Please.
(Shit hit me whilst Buff-Diving tonight.)
And, as I told Cash, I'm doing a shot of Jack to seal it and make it so.
SA and I were chatting last night and she went to drink some whiskey in honor of Ginger and I suggested that would be even better with her tiara on. So she did.
I think we might need a Whiskey and Tiara toast to Ginger this week.
Thirded Aims.
I was a leash kid. My next younger sister is only 11 mos younger than me. In fact, from the 6th until the 28th we are the same age. Anyway, I was the kind of kid who started running the second I was on 2 feet. So, I got leashed for my own protection. that was 59 years ago.
Now to come up with a proper snarky response for the other thing.
I swear, at least once, I would look at the leash, look at the kid, shriek a little, and cry, "Where'd my dog go?"
Co-signed, Aims. *hugs*
Yeah.
I just had a crying meltdown on the phone with my BFF. I never do that. I'm exhausted now. All the stuff that needs to get done tomorrow may have to do itself.
