Like so many others, I too got the Email Of Dread from my former friends at Foto Bouquet. They want me to give them money I do not have, in order to post to a third party, in this case….here. So, in order to give them the double handed Salute Of Disdain, I am posting pics from older diaries, because...I can!
Have no fear. My plan is to move all my pics to a brick of storage...I can get at least a terrabite of room on an external drive. heh
Why is it, every time I say or write “terrabite,” I think of this:
Comin’ in for a Friedai landin’!!
Dese are our rulez
Even on Friedai...some of us still have chores to finish up!
ai am pressed fur time!
Some of us….just wear it better!
Ok...enough silliness….
Or….not!
oh, dear…...
Don’t blame me...I’m just watchin’ the show!
WHAT show???
Ai AM the show!!!
humph! Sez YOU!
Are we EVER goin’ out to play???
Can we go shoppin’!!!
I still have my lessons…..
not those lessons…..MEOW lessons!!
Not fur me; I’m too pooped to pup!
I feel ya bro….40 winks sounds pretty good!
But we’re not tired yet!!!
Can I go, too??
yesh!! we can haz iceeeee!!!
Sure, kid. Just come on down to the basement….
we have ice cream...and cookies…. warm, chocklit cookies. heh
Be vewwwy careful who you let lead you astray this weekend.
Make sure it’s worth it.
With Tigres and Basement Cats….
It’s always worth it!!
If you do go...astray, please don’t forget….
From June, 1968. And, as a public service, the lyrics that I could never keep straight! Never mind what I used to sing. Go make up yer own lyrics! ;-)
Live without excuses. Love without regret.