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!
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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.”
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.
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I sure wish Sugarbutt would learn to RELAX.
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Previously
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!”