I’m feelin’ spry, far less wild and wooly than only a day ago. Had my first haire-pulling of the year. We do it in bits, to maintain my rugged individualist look as well as not piss me off too much by doing too much pulling for too long. Today we got two heads worth! (Mama…
That’s the Way the Cookie Crumbles
Feeling Power-less
Love, Denmark Style
Me and Jack
Party at Chez Bogart
Saturday nights at my place are always a blast – me and mama have to come up with ways to amuse ourselves, and you know that means trouble. There’s singing… (she calls it howling along with passing ambulances, I call it singing damnit). And of course, EATING… I raided that crockpot for every last drop…