tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post6106657996286300649..comments2024-03-28T22:42:50.909-05:00Comments on Unbagging the Cats: Help Wanted. Murder Accomplice.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-80776395119448336942013-07-30T16:47:59.522-05:002013-07-30T16:47:59.522-05:00Sioux,
I find the close-talkers more troublesome. ...Sioux,<br />I find the close-talkers more troublesome. Unless your relatives need to be taken on a whirlwind tour of New York, of course.<br /><br />*****<br />Leenie,<br />Yes, every day finds me weirding my way around Weirdsville, giving folks a window into my weird, weird way of life.<br /><br />*****<br />joeh,<br />I did not. Perhaps Mr. Guts On My Back needs to enroll in a couple more acting classes, so he can eventually appear on Inside the Actor's Studio. Where he can explain his motivation for screaming, "Help me..."<br /><br />*****<br />Stephen,<br />It's all fun and games until somebody gets a gut-backed fly on his cheek under his right eyeglass lens.<br /><br />******<br />Linda,<br />I shall not be held accountable for the number of snorers disturbed after 10:00 p.m. Do I need a disclaimer, or will you forget the lawsuit?<br /><br />******<br />knancy,<br />Well, you and The Pony are kindred spirits, since that is exactly what he suggested when I ousted the invading hordes by drowning a few posts back.<br /><br />******<br />Becky,<br />I forgot to mention that I wrenched a neck muscle flinching from the touch of little gut-backed fly feet when he landed under my eye.<br /><br />******<br />Kathy,<br />Wait! I think you're insinuating that I'm smelly! I would have suspected such a slight from the first-commenting Madam above, but not from you, YOU, with a similar husband and similar dog...I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt, and chalk it up to hypersensitivity due to absorption of fly gut fluid and fly toe jam.<br /><br />Sweet Toni Louise is a treasure of hidden talents. All Juno did this morning was poke her nose in my butt when I started back into the house. I guess she realized that her thigh-pokes have not been productive. This time, she must have been pleased with the squeal and jump that she elicited.<br />Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-73552844619587741002013-07-30T08:37:42.279-05:002013-07-30T08:37:42.279-05:00They always buzz around me, making me feel like I ...They always buzz around me, making me feel like I must be smelly. My Toni Louise is very adept at snapping her mouth and killing flies. I try not to think about her talent when she is sniffing my eyeballs.Kathy's Klotheslinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881966393157941515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-84794772805585204782013-07-30T05:34:12.169-05:002013-07-30T05:34:12.169-05:00Ewwww.... 'nuff said! :DEwwww.... 'nuff said! :DBECKYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15184458949017900541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-18821699852586908402013-07-30T02:16:41.278-05:002013-07-30T02:16:41.278-05:00I found a roach in my kitchen once, and I burned i...I found a roach in my kitchen once, and I burned it!knancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01676773933097423968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-84868791230040601122013-07-29T22:38:33.498-05:002013-07-29T22:38:33.498-05:00I cannot read your blog anymore at 10:30 p.m. I ma...I cannot read your blog anymore at 10:30 p.m. I ma laughing out loud and woke the snorer.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-18335675451343886372013-07-29T20:44:43.626-05:002013-07-29T20:44:43.626-05:00We've all been there, but I doubt many of us c...We've all been there, but I doubt many of us could make flyicide as funny as you.stephen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659054447637207734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-30954841127958048032013-07-29T20:21:23.155-05:002013-07-29T20:21:23.155-05:00Did you not hear "Help me...help me"Did you not hear "Help me...help me"joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-53839994717544266332013-07-29T20:07:06.901-05:002013-07-29T20:07:06.901-05:00I couldn't make it past the visual of the crit...I couldn't make it past the visual of the critter wearing acid-wash jeans, Crocs, and a poofy-sleeved pirate shirt. <br /><br />You DO live in weirdsville. (Fly guts, poopy feet--EEEeeewwww!)Leeniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655189620056032790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-19617756531463223062013-07-29T19:46:21.811-05:002013-07-29T19:46:21.811-05:00Soon--in a month or so, The Pony will be the only ...Soon--in a month or so, The Pony will be the only young'un at home. Perhaps he will take the Genius' place and become aloof and absent...<br /><br />And don't listen to those Lowtalkers. They're trouble every time...Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.com