Perhaps she is running with my little Tinkerbelle and numerous other dogs I've had to say good-bye to over the years. My deepest sympathy to you. Dogs leave paw prints in our hearts.
So when the mansion is completed and you have the servents correctly in place, may I come to the open house even. I'll bring a tasteful, not tacky gift and even have it wrapped in real nice paper, not the Sunday funnies. I will be honored to host such event.
You just can't fix stoopid.
I feel the compassion and love you have. You just couldn't keep it hidden any longer. I'm here for ya.
Hey...Chattanooga has lots of places! Tell her to come on over just a little further East and we will welcome her with open arms. Plus, we just happen to have a world-class heart center here in case of emergency.
Yep, I'm his "night nurse". Heh, heh, heh. He got the placebo and didn't know the difference. Film at 11.
I thought he was hiding in the hills around my parts. You know with the Big Foot hoax and all. But then I thought..BIG???? Nah. Only his ego. I'll help ya hunt him down and we will dress him up like Elvis and use him as a hood ornament for the Elvismobile as we travel the country for Bugg!
You are my hero! I will make a quilt one day, oh yes I will. Just when....who knows!!
I looked down at my own legs and felt ashamed that I take them for granted. I thought of my grandgirls legs and gave thanks for them. What an inspiring young man this is. Hooray for Scottish Rite Hospitals everywhere!
Payback will not be pretty. Call if you need bail money or bandages.
I've already told Hubby when he retires he better come home with applications to Wal-Mart, Lowe's, Home Depot and Holcomb's Garden Center in his hand. I'm not sure I would survive.
Oh my, did we forget to take our "happy pill" this morning???
OH! I told Hubby that home-made biscuits meant I took them from the can and placed them in the oven . Nah...I can make biscuits.
Biden/Obama...sounds like BO to me. I don't care who ya are, that right there stinks!