This morning while I was in the bathroom re-combing Captain America's hair--his standards for "combed" are much lower than mine--Groceries hopped up onto the toilet seat and tried to climb me by sinking his claws into the part of me that would be called the round, if I were being divided into primal cuts.
image courtesy of wikipedia
image courtesy of wikipediaNot a good time, especially in thin knit leggings.
Last night we watched "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown," and I was reminded what a total bummer Charlie Brown is. No wonder he doesn't have any friends! He's a hopeless sad sack who brings everybody down! And Snoopy needs to ditch that flying ace affectation, because it is tired. Lucy is a shrew, Linus needs speech therapy, Schroeder is pretentious, Sally is vacuous, and Pig Pen is disgusting. The end. I hope the Christmas special holds up better upon review.
2 comments:
Charles Schultz was a mopey, miserable man. I read his biography a few years ago and it spoiled Peanuts forever.
You are right about purses with two pockets on the side. I had never thought of it that way, but always knew there was something about them.
Hm, at least he didn't head for your Brisket. (lol)
Thanks for the laugh.
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