I’m keeping a catalogue of Ilse’s best insults.
We started rewatching the old BBC miniseries of Pride and Prejudice this week with the kid. So far, she loathes Mr. Darcy, but is highly amused by the awkwardness of Mr. Collins.
My chatty cat does not understand phone conversations.
I asked my daughter this question one day as a joke and got an earnest answer in reply. Now I ask it every evening at dinnertime.
My cat and I have been engaged in a 36 minute handshake, each unwilling to be the first to break. The prolonged eye contact is making my eyes water, but I’m not crying.
I’m not crying.
😦 I was just trying to lip-jinx Shania Twain in peace