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ME TOO OMG. And I would bring ALL the laser pointers.

I know, right?! There is no such thing as privacy with a cattle dog. My other dog is independent as all get out, but my cattle dog? If he is without me the world is ending. He is such an odd combination of soft and emotional squishiness and tough, hard as nails attitude.

I am oddly hot for Dougal and his menacing authority. Have I said too much? I said too much didn't I?

I've had to cut them out of my life except for the most distant and perfunctory contact. I have an uncle who was very loved by me as a child. I called all men that weren't my dad 'Bobby' because of my Uncle Bob. He was so sweet to me and so thoughtful and just the most comforting, gentle, loving bear of a man with

Should have listened hands and arms inside should have listened hands and arms inside YO HO YO HO A FINGERLESS LIFE FOR ME

Hey now. As the baby boomer mom to three Millennials, I know how different things are now, and I worry about the future for my own kids and all the young people. You'd never catch me or anyone close to me spouting such bullshit. Sorry you know such clueless adults. We aren't all like that, I promise. I am kept

I went to school with Lance Armstrong, from sixth grade through junior year, when he moved to Austin to train as a professional triathlete and started to deny he was from Plano. He's always been an entitled, self-absorbed douche, and his fall from grace has been highly satisfying to me. It was so pathetic to see