extra gravity
| my son talks to himself. well, he just talks, whether or not it's directed anywhere is ... he talks, ok? and if you tell him to shush, like he's been chattering for hours you really mean it shush he -- he just switches to ASL.
i love my son's school, oh you have no idea how much. |
this wasn't at all an easy photoshopping:  |
none of this explains ... the cat actually eating the potatoes |
yeah, but we have one who will kill for string cheese and another who likes grapes...
Dunno...
ummm catnip perhaps
this is why i am a catperson indelibly indebted to the aleve people for making me a catperson who can survive the asthmatic properties of catdander. good heavens, it's a miracle & i can pet all the kitties i wanna pet now, thanks to the folks who make generic naproxen sodium available over the coutner.
because cats are just fucking weird. i'm not sure i made that clear enough in the above, my point being, kitties are freaks & i dig freaks being a freak myself & so therefore ... i've been drinking have i mentioned that?
heh... that seemed likely <g>...