The loaf is upside down, that’s what’s wrong!

Well, yes. Like a sleepy hollow.

They just hang out in their little skunk houses more. They slow down and sneak out to grab snacks when they can.

Calzone is sandwich?

I love her “look at my boob” sassy face.

This is so pleasant to look at, thanks for posting.

My mother, who happens to be a beaver, always said to save the stick for last because it is the best part.

I don’t actually think that you need to fake like you care about people. That is disingenuous. You can set time limits on how long you are willing to socialize. Let people know that you can come to their event but you need to leave by a certain time and stick to it. Leave when you promised yourself that you would, be that kind of friend to you. It’s okay to be a “mysterious” person and limit your social life. If you want to come off as a nice person you just need to be that person. That doesn’t mean that you should be a social person just be the person that you want to be for the allotted time. You tell yourself that you are only going to go for an hour and you really only need to be “that person” for an hour, you can do this. It takes a lot of practice, actually it’s all practice, but as you settle into who you really are it just becomes who you are.

I think that they are called a slow feeder cat dish.

Touché

“Posed for photos with visitors” like Disney characters?

Is this what the kids call a glizzy? Oh my.

Yank my doodle it’s a dandy!

Maxipad

That, right there, IS the truth.

I make them ask me for everything. They don’t like to do that so I get to watch a lot of bad decisions. I also turn every question about any our projects right to them so they get to show everyone how much they know. They have been pulled off of a few jobs. Their time is limited. Lol.

I have a person at work that I HAVE to help with some jobs. They did this to me on a big job so now I will only guide them, I never help.

Leaf blower. They are loud and the “breath” coming from them is pretty awesome.

Maybe they didn’t have anyone there available to check her gender. You can’t be letting just anyone “presenting as female” to indiscriminately use a potty.

In 1973 I ate the piece of pie. Uncle Patrick let Grandma believe that he ate it but it was really me. Gram passed away last year and she never knew that it was me. So I do believe that I got away with it. Oh and, it was a peach pie so you might be able to understand.