The same place as all the vanished Tupperware lids.
I used to hit tennis balls against the garage wall … what seems now like a million years ago.
This one takes me back.
My system? Toss out yet another (◔_◔) from the bottomless pit. Good thing that’s how I like it here …
HI, MOM. Hello, “Cathy” Clan.
Well, well, well. Maybe Scratch has a shred of decency after all? Looks like it—according to these robins, anyway.
Good Evening, Crew.
I was gonna say …
I expected Hawthorne to admit to stealing the remotes.
Pretty sure this is the first time I’ve seen a fish BLORK here in “Thatababy” …
No wonder golf is a four-letter word. : )
Also: Will February March? No, but April May.
A vicious cycle, isn’t it?
Hey—wonder if she found an (◔_◔) … or four … in that clean purse of hers.
HI, MOM. Hello, Clan.
Mother, May I? Apparently so …
Around here, Wednesday was the first day this year that really felt like spring/early summer. About darn time—bring on the warm stuff.
The same place as all the vanished Tupperware lids.