The seventh sign
I got home from work last night and Ginger had not destroyed anything.Make your peace with God, the world's about to end.
Labels: Dogs
posted by MyHusbandRules @ 8:28 AM
Friday, April 27, 2007
It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm…of pish, and crawls insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash. -H.L. Mencken
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1 Comments:
That is so so funny. Ginger must be having an off day.
What will she consume when the baby comes? She's going to be jealous!!
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