He got enuf company here wifout having to cook fer two again. MOL
We don't let my homies out the door. They get run ober by cars and firetrucks. And the kittiez don't bark when the mail lady brings my daDDy the bills he must pay, either.
Nice old 50's cars!
The brownies are fer my daDDy. The toona is fer them homies, except Satchel. He don't like no fish.
Doobie (bottom photo) is yelling OMG! I GOTTED A NEW MOUSIE! Heez going into rehab tomorrow.
This is a purty layout! Nice stuff.
Wow. I shur wish I cuould help out wif that pack rat in yer garage.
We used to call the iron wedge we used for sledge-hammering and splitting logs a "Grenade."