Now that's talent! Even my cat hasn't gone that far.
For some reason Little K is highly amused by hand feeding the dog.
Now that's talent! Even my cat hasn't gone that far.
Have fun storming the castle, Bettie! If that role playing fails to give you confidence, then try storming the Castle
Have fun storming the castle, Bettie! If that role playing fails to give you confidence, then try storming the Castle
And apparently, the unit I would be going for?
Faces the chocolate factory. Yes. I will live in Willie Wonka's back yard. Well... Ghirardelli's back yard. Same diff.
In 3 weeks. And if I had the money, maybe I would. But there's this small part of me (that looks, acts & sounds a lot like my mother) that disapproves of that idea.
It is super cute. As nice as the pictures on the website. Patio looks smaller, but still, outdoor, private space! Kitchen and bathroom: PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER! itty bitty living space. But guess what? Bigger than my car!
And apparently, the unit I would be going for?
Faces the chocolate factory. Yes. I will live in Willie Wonka's back yard. Well... Ghirardelli's back yard. Same diff.
... and eventually warmed to my nerdy charm.
And apparently, the unit I would be going for?
Faces the chocolate factory. Yes. I will live in Willie Wonka's back yard. Well... Ghirardelli's back yard. Same diff.
oh gosh, I feel sick to my stomach. Why do strange places and people scare me so much?!? It's one of those things... do I eat? Do I not eat? I think the complex is really big and if I don't eat and have to walk far I'll feel silk because I haven't eaten, but I feel so sick to my tummy I don't think I can eat.
see?
Think of it this way. Those folks are the ones to go down first. They buy you time to escape and prepare.You'll get it Bettie. We'll threaten to send something round if they look like refusing you.
To add to today's crazy I submit this.
In the UK at the moment there is panic buying of petrol. This is because tanker drivers are threatening to go on strike next weekend and the government has told everyone to not panic. The strike isn't even official yet, it might not even happen, and there are people fighting on forecourts over whose turn it is.
In the event of an apoxyclips, we are screwed. Totally screwed.
What's that spell?
We all do.
Just wait until after you sign the papers to ask to lick the wallpaper.
oh gosh, I feel sick to my stomach. Why do strange places and people scare me so much?!? It's one of those things... do I eat? Do I not eat? I think the complex is really big and if I don't eat and have to walk far I'll feel silk because I haven't eaten, but I feel so sick to my tummy I don't think I can eat.
And apparently, the unit I would be going for?
Faces the chocolate factory. Yes. I will live in Willie Wonka's back yard. Well... Ghirardelli's back yard. Same diff.
Have fun storming the castle, Bettie! If that role playing fails to give you confidence, then try storming the Castle
I had friends whose apartment overlooked the back door of a funeral home. Chocolate is much better.
I think the funeral home would be ample story fodder.
So my husband was able to confirm that what we thought were coyotes were actually TWO packs of wild dogs. He confirmed this when they came up into our south field just at dusk. That's less than a hundred yards from the house. So not good news.
So I've spent the last hour walking through the field with my husband, sister, and brother in law, hunting dogs. And, since I was the slowest on my feet, guess who ended up with the weakest gun?
And the most irritating part? We didn't get the damned dogs!
Alas, friends were not writers.
That said, it did allow for bizarre decor choices. You'd be amazed at how many kitchen things you can get designed after Munch's The Scream.
And the most irritating part? We didn't get the damned dogs!
Two words:
Gatling gun.
Two words: How Itzer