Wha-wazzat?! Did you see that? That one moved! There! Another one!
Won’t somebody help me, satisfy my aching need?
‘Cause I got a big confusion ’bout the nature of my breed.
I’m puzzled at my muzzle and befuddled in my noodle
Can’t anybody tell me just what the heck’s a Schnoodle?
Righteous, Chief Sister Ossifer.
“Look, sweetie, I don’t know how they do things over at Edgar Allan Poe High School, or wherever you transferred from, but if you want to join the Slipperette Spirit Squad you need to get out of that funk and show some spunk!”
“Fer shure! So lose the Elvira-Queen-of-the-Dork eye shadow, pin those ears up, and let’s see some cartwheels!”
Whew! I thought the kids would never settle down for a nap!
Finally, I can get a little “me” time.
Motherhood ain’t all it’s quacked up to be, Erik D.
UPDATE: By popular demand — QUACK-HANCE!
Marv: “And that brisket at the dining room last night—Feh!”
Estelle: “Quit the kvetching, Marv. Barka Raton is paradise compared to Jersey.”
[Float float float]
Marv: “Well. No told me there was gonna be no decent deli in Florida.”
Mazel Tov to MacKenzie G. and her retired pups Pepper and Pippa. Florida hoverfacts courtesy of MyPropertyInFlorida.