I’m posing for ONE second for this selfie, mama, as a result of I’ve different chores to do that morning! Take it rapidly, and I imply FAST.
Okay, it’s a stretch, self-life, however once we do our selfies on Sunday we’re giving ourselves self-life, non?
Mon dieu, to assume up a phrase that goes with Selfie or Wordless or different names for the times of the week blogs…WHEW! Our work is reduce out for us kitties, you’ll be able to guess your boopy, no matter that’s.
Right now we now have winds of 65 kph, which is loads of blowing for those who ask me. So mama and papa should not going to the open market, which implies I don’t get somewhat style of that roast rooster they usually convey dwelling….mince!
However as I mentioned, I’ve different fish to fry, to to talk. As in being utterly in a solar piddle for an extended, very long time. NOT A PIDDLE, mama, a PUDDLE. Jeez, Louise, my typist is across the bend, wherever that’s…in all probability hanging out with the boopy…
And I suppose, if we’re beginning a spark at present for tomorrow, only for enjoyable, thanks, Teddy, my spark is: at all times attempt to search for solar puddles, even within the rain.
