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Well….not necessarily. I’ve come away with more than one bleeding scratch from where a dog jumped up to say hello and caught my bare skin with his claws. Still, I’ll take a dog over a cat anytime.
they’re fostering, not adopting.
I was just about to!
My mother was in her fifties when my brother was born. Talk about surprise, surprise. She went to the doctor because she wasn’t feeling well, and the conversation went something like this:Doc – well, honey, you’re pregnant.Mom – No, I’m not.Doc – yes, you are.Mom – No, I’m not. I’ve been through the change.Doc – No, you haven’t.
Oh, Lordy! Don’t give Greg any ideas!
Please, please, please…let it be a dog, or a cat, or a hamster, or an aardvark, but please, NOT a child!
I beg to differ. I suggest cosmetology school because that’s what interests her and it’s what she’s good at. It has nothing to do with how smart I think Tiff is, or the fact that she’s a woman. I know plenty of male cosmetologists who are male, so it’s not a gender thing. She doesn’t HAVE to go to college to learn how to run her own business. I’d rather see her do something that is going to help her, not subject her to somebody else’s idea of what she SHOULD do with her life and her education.
Oh, Tiffany, Tiffany…and just when I had hopes for you. Sometimes your shallowness amazes me. I still think cosmotology school would be a better fit. Now, you could build a whole strip around that alone.
Don’t feed badly, Tiff. I’m lost too.