Nonstop thunder

Nonstop thunder

It's Thursday again. I don't know how it happened. One morning I'm (needlessly, I might add) bitching about Mondays, then I'm suddenly writing about food shopping and dinner with Brian's…
seconds

seconds

Happy Humpday. I'm awake, you're awake, Chaucer has his tongue buried in a catnip mouse's bottom. Looks like it's a typical morning so far. I woke up to the same…
Hork

Hork

Mal, having just just horked up a hairball in the hallway, is searching for dustbunnies to snack on. That pretty much sums up everything right now. I woke up to…