“Shall I run across the room like a little lunatic, or shall I take a nap? Decisions, decisions.”
The thousand yard stare kittens get when they’re in the litter box always makes me laugh.
Rhyme sniffs the kibble (and then he promptly walked through it).
Reacher and Corbett: Brudderly love.
I love it when they flail around with their mouths open. Makes me laugh.
“What babies? No babies here. Just takin’ a bath.”
Pretty Stinkerbelle in the sun.
Previously
2009: You’d think it’s not such a big decision, but I AM a master ditherer, so dither I shall.
2008: And then they tried to say that I was calling Rick’s feet “dainty”, so in one short day I managed to insult everyone in the house.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: I. Am. PISSED.
2004: “I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t believe I quite understand. Could you explain this “spoonful” word to me via pantomime again?”
2003: That, or she’s a stalker-reader.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Some people just have a smack-me face, don’t they?