Taz has never been offered Beenie Weenies. Such is the life of a feline at FairyChatEstates!
Higgs would love some beanie weenie. The two of you could then have a fartfest. 
Beans, beans, the musical fruit…
I don’t understand. Can you please spell it out for me?
You don’t understand what beenie weenies are? Or you don’t understand why I’m sleeping alone? Or are you being deliberately obtuse in your adorable way??
It’s clouding over - methinks we might get some rain tonight.
I think I’ll feed the fishies and assume the knit position till I fall asleep.
MWAH!!!
And thunder!
I don’t know if the heat is frying people’s brains or everyone around here is stick on stupid.
I had the rest of the chicken with tomatoes and rice for lunch, ham and cheese sandwich for dinner.
I still feel the ick.
I’ve got chills and my skin hurts,
When I went to walk hellpup her owner got home early and told me I didn’t need to walk her which was cool because it is awfully hot out.
I want to take off irk and take a long hot bath. I think the steam will open my sinuses and the heat will take the ache out of my muscles.
Eight more days until the HFH leaves for where ever YAY! Can’t wait for her to go and then my mother and her bf are supposed to leave for Labor Day weekend so I told Sah-son that is when we will get up in the attic and find all my stuff. I want to get as much moved as I can when nobody else is around.
I always brown the hot dogs a little before adding the beans. I don’t use vinegar but use a little mustard, catsup and brown sugar.
You have never experienced canine flatulence, have you? 
When I was in grade school, we had a dog with a hideous flatulence problem. My father started muttering about corks, until my mother pointed out what would happen when the pressure built up too much. She didn’t care to deal with projectile corks slamming around the room.
I think I’d put a Kazoo in there instead of a cork. The gas could still pass but you’d have plenty of warning.
This is an awesome mental image to have in my head as I sit down to dinner.::dubious:
Oh, screw me sideways. It appears that the cat has gotten out. He used to be an outdoor cat and will probably find his way back to our door, but still. I worry about him.
If only my dad didn’t have to keep going out the back door to smoke his goddamn fucking cigarettes, this wouldn’t’ve happened.
Update: I lured the cat over to me in the yard using catnip, and then grabbed him. He’s inside now.
you’re a cat-dope dealer!
Irked, came home. Off tomorrow.
Tonight’s dinner was Parmesan Herb crusted chicken, with thyme chardonnay rice and steamed broccoli. I clean, too.
I have a bunch of Doctor Who in my queue. I need to put on my fez, and get my geek on.
Gordie once farted so bad, he fled the room.:eek:
{{{{sari}}}} Hope you feel better, soon.
Blurf.
Only half a day at school today because I have a meeting at my school. Then I’m going to be scrambling around trying to get things organized and finished for the show I have this weekend.
I both took a nap and went to bed early last night but I swear I feel like hell this morning. Ugh.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 73 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 87 and ONLY a thrity percent chance of rain. It did not rain at all yestiddy for the first time in two weeks.
Yay for found kitty Midget!
Nettie I’ve had several dawgs that were expert in the silent but deadly. My sis has several dawgs but one in particular, a mutt named Diesel, can cause a HazMat alert within a five mile radius.
Ok, now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
The next tab to the MMP on my browser is Dave Barry’s Blog. Today I click over to it and this is the first story.
Thursday has been brought to you by the letter F and the number Unholy Stench.