Father will kill us!
We must stop meeting like this
Now or never kiss
Cocoa & Chip take the kissing booth way too seriously, Miriam S.
Posts tagged as: Pocket Pets
Friday Haiku: Smootchy Wootchy
February 24, 2012 By
Knitting for Beginneuws
February 16, 2012 By
We know you like to see pets enjoying their sweateuws. You will loff these!
It’s a sweateuw, it’s a tube, it’s a sweatube top!
And doubles as a tea cozy!
I look like Cliff Huxtable.
Savannah O., with the help of her sister Jillian, made tiny sweaters for their guinea pigs, Heart (brown), Fiona (white) and Indiana (calico).
Today’s the Day. Tell Someone You Loff Them.
February 15, 2012 By
Peeps—someday—when we look back on our lives, it will be the precious moments we savor; so perfect, so rare, so tender—grab your teddy bear! This is one of those moments!
Rattle somehow makes everything else not good enough anymore, Stefan H.
Friday Haiku: Dream a Little Dream
February 10, 2012 By
Woman and hamster
Drift in a shared reverie
What is in their dream?
Sweet dreams, Sophie S.
A HEAD. WITH FEET. THAT’S IT.
February 9, 2012 By
As ushe, when Brinke G. writes in with an image,e the email title always becomes the title of the posting. This time, the Cal Academy inspired him with the head-only Elephantulus pilicaudus.
It’s Carolyn, Your Local Squirrealtor
February 9, 2012 By
Welcome to our open house! This is the perfect starter home for young families: Lovely view, gets morning sun, close to schools and foraging, low cat-crime area…
When do we close escrow, Robyn R.?
And Don’t You Forget It
February 8, 2012 By
Orville Poindexter…
…Toilet Plunger Sitting Champion of 1963.
And he’s been there ever since. (gently picks off cobweb)
Sender-Inners Kate and Jeff have the interesting back story here: “So it’s 6 am Friday morning, and we’re sleeping off the Thanksgiving dinner, when we awake to the doggie door flapping and a squeak. This is our occasional wake-up call, unfortunately. Our foster kitty, Rook, is of that just-older-than-a-kitten age, and learning to hunt. She likes to bring in her prey so she can play with it in the comfort of home. We don’t appreciate her gifts, so we always chase them down ourselves, catch them, and release them back outside—they’re usually unharmed, besides being scared.
I get up to find the mouse, and fairly quickly realize that Rook had brought it into the bathroom. This is good. Less places to hide in there. I shoo Rook out of the bathroom and close the door, then go get a tupperware dish to catch it in. When I get back into the bathroom, I look in all the obvious hiding places, but don’t
immediately see it – until I look near the commode. There sits the mouse, not cowering behind the toilet, but up on top of the plunger handle.
I’m glad I got photographic evidence, otherwise I wouldn’t believe it.
Like this:
Beulah, Peel Me a Grape
February 5, 2012 By
Thank you Dahlink for all the ice
But this isn’t the kind I meant.
I don’t mean to give you the cold shoulder but
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
Kokolinka says, “With all the black eyes, somebody might slip.”, Pyza.
Heisman Ham Huddle
February 5, 2012 By
“This is a GAME OF INCHES, Men. This is NOT the practice wheel—this is the effing SUPERBOWL. Kick off is in five minutes—Now go nuts out to make it the best damn day of your life.”
Kiss your wife like it would be the last time, and GO GO GO!
Gimme a Z! Gimme a Z! Gimme another Z!
February 5, 2012 By
What does it spell?! Zzz!
Looks more like the “Stupor” bowl to me, Sophia Pena-Garza.
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