I started feeding them in their carriers. Duncan patiently waiting even though supper is long over. Just in case.
World’s worst fortune cookie fortune ever. Yes, it’s a one-third-sized sliver.
DSO tix in the mail today—with the all-important parking vouchers!
I was only 45 when I moved here, seems like just over a year ago. I don’t know where the time went. Oh, and there’re only 3 Rs because Andy was too cheap to pay for more.
Yesterday’s fortune cookie followed by today’s. There seems to be a theme.
Tula caught with the ‘nip! She was resting her head on it like a pillow before I reached for the phone.
Sorry, Duncan, you don’t get to eat at the human table. Besides, you already had supper!
What if someone brought a king cake to the office and no one was there to eat it? (Don’t worry, a few of us braved the weather…I think we’ll take care of it.)