Folks that tell me what to eat or how I should eat it as a rule end up with a fork attached to which ever part of their body presents itself.
Bacon = meat candy.
You might love August where you’re at, but 83* at 3am is not my idea of fun.
Wonder if Ms. Elliott is the Canadian comic strip writer that got fired the other day.
I had a 24lb. Russian Blue cat that would wait on top of my chifferobe until I cam to bed and then pounce on my “middle” like that. Then go curl up around the wife’s head. I learned to sleep on my belly.
I had a little brother like that…..HAD being the operative word.
I guess none of us are “adults”, yet.
Not offensive, but potentially deadly……BUT, that’s O.K. in today’s thinking.
We only had 3 channels, four if the weather was right, and I remember when TBS first came on air. My Dad had one of the first remote controls… a slap up against my head meant walk over and change the channel.