There is something fishy going on here…
You’ve got mail…
Is this somehow related to the freezer fish thing?
I hope the new year brings you earything you desire.
Hyperbole is dangerous! Also, who keeps letting me to Home Depot alone?
Bedtime story
Nobody nose.
I was just trying to lip-jinx Shania Twain in peace.
Power games with the cat.
Spill! How do you reward yourself?
These are actual lyrics from a toddler-song my daughter sang, of course. I couldn’t come up with anything like that if I tried. Who am I, Bob Dylan?
Stay hydrated, bookworms.
Just feelings.
The taste of victory.
This is dedicated to the one I love.
Afoot! (She forgave him eventually.)
It’s fine; the DMV believes whatever I tell them.
Basically me whenever I make a new painting.
A craving for something.
Hope springs eternal for this cat in a vegetarian household.
Authors keep ruining my life.
A magazine-quality man.
Caturday feelings.
Norman disagrees.
Officially working from home and my cat officially does not understand phone conversations…
The bonuses are adding up already.
In addition to poor vision, I apparently also lack an inner monologue.
Just technically speaking.
For a more enjoyable shopping experience.
Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahp!
Que sera sera??????????? Oh nooooooooooo
Out of spoons. Like, seriously.
Space = my favorite genre.
I am decidedly NOT the fun one.
DISCIPLINE.
Hmm, bit of a misnomer.
So soothing.
Stairing contest. Mike says cats don’t understand punishment, so it’s not fair on them to let them go hungry just for murdering me.
Nicole Smeltzer 