Because we all still need a laugh.

 

 

Now that’s just rude.

 

 

This looks like a great idea since I always whup the husband at gin rummy and he won’t play with me anymore.

*Note to self – borrow neighbor’s rooster*

 

 

I really do miss traveling.

Even if it’s just to the next town.

 

 

Indeed.

 

 

Yeah.

Gwyneth  (correct spelling)  can bite me.

( Did I already post this one? Maybe… but the sentiment holds true. )

 

 

Cats.

They think they know everything. It happens to be tequila.

Stuff it Mittens.

 

 

Jesus… neither do I!

We’re doomed.