I love it when you look down and the splinter says, 'its time now, i'm ready to go' and you ease it out, leaving just a white fleck of skin where it was. Hurrah! your body i back to normal and free of hangers on.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Saturday, September 01, 2007
oh the joy of living
having a cat is a vicarious existence, it has to be.
He does bog-all, and barring the loss of bits of his anatomy, lives the life of Reilly, or at least of Reilly’s cat (now thats one lucky feline).
So you must take joy in his comfortable existence, while you’re working your butt off. To get resentful would be madness
He does bog-all, and barring the loss of bits of his anatomy, lives the life of Reilly, or at least of Reilly’s cat (now thats one lucky feline).
So you must take joy in his comfortable existence, while you’re working your butt off. To get resentful would be madness
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