hunkiest and i are convinced are house houses a ghost. a friendly ghost albeit. non prone to spooking, hi-jinks, nor treachery. but said ghost has bewitched our dear truman. lately we’ve been finding truman in the most curious rooms of our abode, fixedly staring...
i went to a birthday party this weekend. stag. hunkiest was out town at party of his own; of a stag nature as well. yet the naughty these boys seemed to have found was of whiskey and lack of bug spray like. for all his clinker and glee as he packs up his shiny 9 iron...
i think truman enjoyed his st. patrick’s day a little too much. weekend happy to you m’loves. Similar posts:weekend happyweekend paletteweekend happy...comfortably...
true to form, monsieur march came in like a lion; surly and base, big paws swiping madly in the air. agile as a cat, i luckily avoided any pops or scrapes to the face and bod. silly little lions can’t knock me down; i’m always ready for a nice...
but last week’s vet check-up was not pretty. truman is “fat”. priscilla is not svelte. a soundtrack of shame booms throughout the house. we are headed back to the ranch. priscilla insisted i take a before picture. wish us luck. Similar posts:weekend...
man she can boil her mama’s blood. nary a lass to nail naughty like my priscilla. she is my high priestess of highjinks. ‘cilla’s latest nonsense involves a box of dryer sheets and a 3 minute lag in supervision. needless to say she {and her internal...
