This season of illness is so not fucking around.
I’m starting to change my mind about warning you to avoid adopting a herding dog.
It’s only because of his age that I am not making him model entire outfits.
I’d actually encourage her to take this up over the violin any day of the week.
I don’t get to spend nearly enough quality time with this part of my family, but when I do I’m reminded of the standard that has been set.
No surprise that a certain someone is also very much on board with this cause.
Would you look at these guys. You can practically hear the banjos dueling in the background.
Luckily no one brought up race at the dinner table, otherwise there would have been a somewhat delicious food fight.
Glad tidings of great joy Coco brings to her ailing sheep.
Sharing my bed with the other kid this week.