My cat is napping in front of the fire.
Bump.
My cat is curled up at my feet.
Bumpurr.
My cat is once again napping in front of the fire.
Bumpurr.
(Good bump, by the way. So good, I had to use it also.)
A little more snow here, but at least the days are getting longer.
Bump.
There’s snow in our forecast. Hopefully, not much.
Bump.
Hey. We got rain. I don’t have to water.
Bump.
I never water anyway.
Bump.
A Saturday morning bump. A rarity for me.
Bump.
No bumping? This thread? Okay.
A cold, partly-sunny Saturday afternoon bump.
A not-a-weather-report bump.
Bumpin’ right back for no apparent reason.
Who says we need a reason?
Bump.
We never did before.
Bump.
What’s the penalty for bumping the thread?
One of us sends over a heffalump with a stomach pump.
We dismembered the Christmas tree to fit it into the yard waste bin. It could have just been put, whole, on the curb if we had done it by Dec 31.
Bump.
A heffalump who can jump, who has a stomach pump in order to bump?
Holy Dr. Seuss, Batman!
And in case it wasn’t clear, if you’ve had too much beer, if the Whos are all here, then you’ve got nothing to fear if you only–
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Just bumping back from scary computer meltdown.
Wondered where you’d been. Great to have you back!
Bump.
Thanks, great to be back. My computer is now 8.5 years old. Shit is happening.
Bump.