I grieve with thee
My father-in-law used to tell me “I’m your favorite father-in-law” First time I countered ’You’re my only father-in-law.’ he said ‘Yes, your favorite.’
Eeeewwwww! half-face has flowering moss on half his brain. Put your hand to the ear near the computer screen and you can hear it chanting: ‘Yum, yum. Eat ’em up. Eat ’em up.’
He does. He has 3 fingers and a thumb.
Good luck with that! Never worked for me.
I’m pushing 66. That must have fallen through one of the swiss cheese holes in my brain :-)
Why can’t she just refill with more of the goodies (new plate if different goodie) and leave any dirty dishes for the post game talk. And if she is doing dishes, Arlo had better do the next batch!!
When I wasn’t able to use the word ‘bitch’ I would say ‘female dog used for breeding purposes’.
It’s raining cats! Hallelujah!!!
Hey, I wasn’t nude!!! And I spilled hot fat from a roast I was making when the pan slipped. I caught it, but not before it poured onto my arm, onto my right boob and onto my right foot. Mind you, I had on a sweat shirt, sweat pants and socks. My arm caught the worst of it, there was even a small ‘canyon’ on the lowest one where the grease made like a river and burned. I had crappy insurance at the time, and any trip to the doctor was ‘part of the deductible’, which was rather insurmountable. So I treated it myself, gauze bandaging, painful bra and shoes, left arm wasn’t so busy and was least bothersome.