At the risk of offending every cat who ever thought he was the sun, I have an announcement to announce.
It’s not all about us.
At the risk of offending every cat who ever thought he was the sun, I have an announcement to announce.
It’s not all about us.
People with an interest in their own continued survival do not cross LaFawnduh.
They do, however, fawn over her. I beseech you, for your own sake: let the fawning commence at once.
It’s a jungle in here.
If you thought Hunterdon County politics were wild, step into Suite B. Or C. Or FIV.
She’s a little bit Enya. He’s a little bit U2. Put ‘em together, and you had a sort of saucy limerick.
But what happens when you split them apart?
Many things are best when heated.
Italian bread. Fluffy towels. Apple pie. Unspayed feral cats.