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In Which We Groom
Apres les deluge. My poor old cat Octavia is so old and poorly, she can no longer clean herself the way cats so fastidiously do. She has ...
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If you look below this post, you'll see that the last post I put up here on Blogger is a sniffy little tirade about how I will NEVER d... -
Quit bragging. My dear friend drumstick had his 50th birthday this last weekend. 50! Can you imagine? What a baby. I told his wife, Hot... -
Thank you all very much for your concern about R Man. I know I’ve been too slack about keeping everyone up to date about what’s going on an...
I Googled "pain in the ass" and your name popped up.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know Peenee's first name and middle initial were "Preparation H."! (All y'all gotta quit feeding me straight lines, or I'm gonna need to join Weight Watchers.)
DeleteGoodness...Now I'm worried! You take care of yourself out there.
ReplyDeleteAnyway I blame that Creature from the Blore/Lorre Lagoon brunch you had. I'm sure that's how you get ovarian cysts, from bad brunches.