You don’t know what...you might find...meow meow meow...

I guess you had to be there.

It’s all just so ... icky. And yet I read on, so more fool me I guess.

Or until someone presses charges. Really it could go either way.

NOW they are worried about Kylie Jenner...? NOW?

Read his lips. No new taxes.

Thanks, Tabby! I thought I had the idea but you cleared it up so nicely.

I did an outdoor concert at a friend’s place, pretty informal, but fun. In the middle of a song a dog decided to relieve itself on my shoe. Yep. I guess he wasn’t a fan of grungy blues jam-band kinds of sounds. Everyone’s a critic.

Mmm. Real cake.

But not if the bananas break...

I AM SAVED! ;)

Damned right we do! *returns to his copy of Monogramming Coffee Thermoses for Dummies*

Even though he played even better with the “properly” inflated balls.

Just want to high five you for this. Well played.

It definitely needs an edge somewhere.

Please remember to tip your waitress...

Maybe?

I’d love to remix this into something more urgent and desperate sounding. I like the song, but it needs more angst. Much more.

ETA: Just a minor fix of a word.

Mais non?

Not so much as the end of the day, given how long she held out on the lip thing. More like the end of the year.