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I’m on vacation this week, and will be incommunicado ’til I get back from Myrtle Beach. I’ve scheduled entries to automatically post every morning at the usual time, so you won’t have to go without.
See you next week!
Adriana waits patiently for the mother ship to call her home.
“I have the BASKET and ALL the toys are MINE!”
Paulie Walnuts is confused. (This is his natural state – he’s usually either puzzled about something or jumping on a sibling.)
“I think this space ship is BROKEN.”
“I needs a nap, lady.”
The blue eyes, the little teef, the kissable nose. Tony’s got it all!
“::sigh:: It’s STILL not working. Is there a 1-800 number I can call?”
The way Tony is straddling Livia’s front legs is adorable (but I can’t believe she’s putting up with that!)
Rough life, Paulie Walnuts. Rough. Life.
The whole “rough life” thing seems to be spreading.
I sure wish Sugarbutt would learn to RELAX.
2012: No entry.
2011: George and Gracie Friday!
2010: No entry.
2009: He cracks me up, that boy.
2008: Look at Delmar over there on the right, giving me the sass as if he doesn’t fling himself onto his back at the slightest touch.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: “M-O-O-N!” Fred said. “That spells Tom Cullen!”