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:))))))))) I think I’ve been known to have that expression on my face a few times.
Comment by geezerette — May 3, 2012 @ 8:24 am
^ Ooh!
The new avatar looks like a cabin in the north woods.
Is there a full-size version?
(What? No, that’s not bein’ nosy, it’s bein’ … interested.)
Comment by DougM (jackassophobe) — May 3, 2012 @ 9:32 am
I have, basically, given-up coffee.
Oh sure, I sometimes have a cup when the Sorta Ex-Wifey is around, but that’s only for self-defense.
In the meantime, Moose is No Use! Squirrel Must Die!
Comment by Hog Whitman — May 3, 2012 @ 9:38 am
#2 Yes Doug– it is— and I have many– I’d love to share.
Comment by geezerette — May 3, 2012 @ 10:00 am
Thanks Doug, I need this. (Fortunately I’d already finished my coffee.)
geezerette, it looks so cool….
Comment by Ironic in Denver — May 3, 2012 @ 11:42 am
Love the expression.
Alternative caption:
YOU farted. This time you’re not getting away with blaming me for it.
Comment by dick, not quite dead white guy — May 3, 2012 @ 1:15 pm
“Nurturing”. When we left for the vet’s, you said “nurturing” you lying asshole.
Comment by dick, not quite dead white guy — May 3, 2012 @ 1:18 pm
OMG I get that look all the time. Tho its not any of My 3 dogs it is from My cat when I throw away the paper bag she was useing as a gotcha hiding place.
Comment by SherryM — May 3, 2012 @ 3:20 pm
• That … wasn’t real bacon.
• Look, I don’t mind so much that you never wash my ball, but I ain’t fetchin’ one soaked with that other bitch’s spit.
• The sign clearly said “Beware of Dog.” Well, I am that dog.
• You didn’t just put that steak bone in the garbage, did you?
• By the way, I use the term “Master” as a courtesy.
Comment by DougM (jackassophobe) — May 3, 2012 @ 3:31 pm
Dogs judge distances like demoncrats make budgets?
(actually the dog might care about how far he goes)
Comment by mech — May 3, 2012 @ 3:34 pm
• I rubbed my Balzac on your pillow when you weren’t looking. You’re the one who said you liked French poetry.
Comment by Hog Whitman — May 3, 2012 @ 4:25 pm
#5– I n D— Thanks– it is– very– it is one of those things in life you dreamed of but didn’t think would ever happen.
Comment by geezerette — May 3, 2012 @ 5:21 pm
^ it is one of those things in life you dreamed of but didn’t think would ever happen… ah, then heartfelt congratulations on it.
Comment by Ironic in Denver — May 3, 2012 @ 5:26 pm
^Hog (11) You got me. LMAO! Balzac on your pillow!!!!
Comment by dick, not quite dead white guy — May 3, 2012 @ 6:40 pm
dick, not quite dead white guy: It was a cheap joke, but I’m on a limited income, so I tend to go cheap.
Well, except for canned tuna. The frikkin’ cats would have my ass (literally!) if I ever scrimped on that. They only get about a teaspoon a day (if that), but you don’t want to look into their disappointed eyes and tell them that you just spent that extra 25 cents on some bar floozy.
Comment by Hog Whitman — May 3, 2012 @ 9:29 pm
Fricken hilarious.
Comment by SondraK, Queen of my domain — May 4, 2012 @ 8:04 am
Dick (14)
It wasn’t even a real Balzac!
He was only awarded an Honoré Balzac.
(sorry, kind’a reachin’ there)
Comment by DougM (jackassophobe) — May 4, 2012 @ 6:55 pm