And now, of course, it’s in my head. Thanks.

If we weren’t supposed to do that they should have a lock on each door and only send us the keys one at a time.
It was an emergency. Life or death.
Or a Thursday. One or the other.
How did you feel afterwards??
Like the next day should be Christmas!! ![]()
It’s only like a bar of dairy milk - I could smash one of those every day. I’ve never done it with a calendar, I’m too much of a rule follower.
Jeff & cat… ![]()
I first thought that was a flat top grill and I was about to cast a witchy spell on you.
I’m not sure I’d want to try that on a cat that has claws and teeth, either.
My youngest. Every year. I don’t even buy them for him, but he still ends up eating through a whole one in one sitting every year.
Thursday’s were ALWAYS ick for me, and to this day, I don’t know why.
Then out of nowhere, sometime this year there was abrupt switch. Thursday’s are now chill. Tuesday has become the enemy.
Perfectly acceptable.
I don’t think Jeff knows about cats that much! ![]()
I don’t get the boot/stumble one.








