30 years since he dated. Not 30 years since his wife died.
Actually, squirrels are technically TREE RATS, so there’s that.
Love the Garfield on the window. I still have one of those in my attic. Well, at least that’s where I put it ages ago.
**Brought to my knees by a little green mineral.
Go ahead Betty, PUSH. THE. BUTTON. You know you want to! :)
A couple years ago I was trimming the hedges around the house. I suddenly lost my balance and ended up on the ground. I could not get up for a few moments, as I was too dizzy to see straight. Turned out I had a vertigo attack. Took a month of therapy to get my bearings back to “normal”.
So if everyone thinks, “I should leave that last morsel of yummy food for someone else”, that poor neglected morsel should rot and decay on the plate? And what kind of jerk scolds a child for taking the last piece? SOMEONE has to take it. MEMEMEMEMEMEME!!! :)
I have no qualms about taking the last of anything. If you snooze, you lose.
Duh! Perhaps they should cover the open windows to keep in the heat.
Keep drinking that Faux News and tRumpenfuhrer kool aid there sparky.