Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave, and battle the FUBAR Fairy.
Gordie was licking his back this morning, and he kept leaning father and farther back, until he fell over on his back.
< joins JtC in the bad pet parent section of the handbasket >
" One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I’ll never know. " - Groucho Marx