I think I’m going to throw up!
Lil’ pup Minou better watch out ‘cause we’re the ones who are going to lose it. Thanks, Sara.
Finally, a Little Down Time
January 10, 2011 By 48 Comments
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!
Enchanted Forest?
January 9, 2011 By 97 Comments
Meanwhile at Barka Raton
January 9, 2011 By 63 Comments
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.
Mah Banket Goes To Elebenty
January 8, 2011 By 54 Comments
I habs a feeber and a berry stubby doze.
Gonna stay under the cubbers and watch moobies on teebee all day.
If I surbibe.
Inconceibable, Maggie, and Traci G.
Bring on the Swiss Alpos!
January 7, 2011 By 87 Comments
Base camp.
My attempt at the summit of Mt. Everest is not to be.
Sherpa bear is showing signs of severe frostbite.
It’s all downhill from here, George.
Merry Christmas! I’m Here!
January 7, 2011 By 43 Comments
I hurried over here as quick as I could, hope I’m not too … Hey, where’s the tree?
You want to break it to him, Meagan G.?
Jumpin’ Yak Flash
January 7, 2011 By 21 Comments
“I was raiiiised, by a toothless, bearded hag!
(sing it Peeps!) But it’s, aaaaalllllriiiiiiiiiiiight now, “
It’s a gas, gas, gas Laura!
Shadow of the Hampire
January 7, 2011 By 68 Comments
Sleep did not come easily to Victoria that night. She tossed for hours, Dr. Liebkind’s warning echoing in her ears: Once you admit him into your home, he may come and go at will. Nonsense, she decided at last–village folklore, nothing else.
But come he did, as she dreamt fitfully–the elegant gentleman who charmed her that evening. Gazing at her pale neck with a deathless hunger, he knelt close to her. “Soon your torment will be over,” he murmured. “Soon you shall be mine.”
There’s a bloodsucker born every minute, Anna W.
OMG YOU WONT BELIEVE THE SOUNDS THIS WARM LITTLE PUPPEH MAKES SO TURN UP THOSE SPEAKERS DO IT STAT
January 6, 2011 By 130 Comments
Serial Sender-Inner Brinke G. writes the most hilarious titles to emails that I have to just keep them on his post submissions.
Thanks again, McBrinkersons.
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