When a paper bag is lying on the kitchen floor, there really is nothing else one can do but crawl into it. And start gnawing on it ferociously. With intermittent breaks for feverish bathing and introverted contemplation.
When a paper bag is lying on the kitchen floor, there really is nothing else one can do but crawl into it. And start gnawing on it ferociously. With intermittent breaks for feverish bathing and introverted contemplation.
aww, i LOVE that last one!!
I know this is so lame, but I truly need to beat someone else to the punch…. so, did you finally “let the cat out of the bag”?
buh-dum-ching!!!
PS Sheila… speak of the devil…….
just1beth:
i am GUFFAWING.
speak of the devil!!!!
Beth – I know! It reminds me of that scene in the tent in Blair Witch Project.
I feel uneasy.
hahahahahahahahahahahaha
WELL!~There are clearly inside jokes that happened last sunday that i don’t know about…..you and Beth are laughing and I DON’T KNOW WHY!
This situation must not stand!! I will email you the joke immediately, mere.
hahahaha
Those pix are awesome. I am having Hope withdrawal.