Get a cup of cocoa while you’re at it. With tiny marshmallows.
Looks like a typical midwestern day in December.
Three possibilities: (1) “Eek! A crab!” (drops slice); (2) Tonight’s menu. “Here, crabee crabee, come get some pizza.”; (3) Food fight for Instagram content. “Anyone know that pizza rat’s agent?”
Dad did that, too, out on the deck, even in deep snow. Of course he was batshot nuts.
Enjoy the go.
Or the doors to the mouth …
Our recently passed kitty loved the faucet but also the fountain. Haven’t used the fountain since as the other cats don’t care and it’s a pain to keep clean (well water and warm weather here so your results may vary).
Two spaces after a typed period makes reading so much easier on the old eyes.
Toilet paper roll under, debatable. Two spaces after a period in a text, dogma.
I once worked the season at Toys R Us and didn’t start until midnight. Same messiness on arrival but no customers. Nice.