Oh, gee, thanks (sarcasm) for that earworm! Now it’s going to be stuck in my head all day….
Yep, I know exactly what you’re feeling. Our tortie Sassy starts yowling the paint off the walls — at no later than 5:30 AM.
Ground squirrels can do a job on lawns, too. Even generous application of cayenne pepper in their holes only works for a little while. I don’t think we have moles here in Nevada — not that I’m complaining about that!
I’m with you there. The cliques in my high school in Maryland were so tight you’d never get admitted if you weren’t a carbon copy of the other members, assuming you wanted to. Okay, so I didn’t need them either. Believe it or not, I got a phone call a couple of weeks ago about an upcoming reunion (I was in the Class of 1963. Since then I’ve married and moved to Pennsylvania, then California, and then Nevada, and thought I’d stayed under their radar.) Not about to drive three thousand miles for that event, and will never (I hope) get in an airplane again… EVER! Had way too much of that during one period of my life. So…NOPE.
“Fangs of Flop”! LOVE that!!!
When one of our furry masters or mistresses is suffering from some chronic condition, it hurts us all, too. I’m so glad Ladybug is returning slowly to her previous self. Doncha love to see a cat of any age play???
Delighted to see you survived the ordeal! How much of the sandwich did you have to surrender to avoid feline retaliation?
College grads can know all kinds of facts, but still not be able to turn them into a coherent plan for themselves or anyone else, i.e. voting. Gordo knows what he wants and has figured out what he needs to do to get it. That ain’t stoopid.
Grooooan - good one, though.