the horse is still hangin’ around
we live with a right-wing extremist
queen sleeps with her finger on the trigger
chicka’s greatest artistic inspirations come during church
all subjects are looking left with caption below
clearly inspired by the Holy Spirit.
“were you hungry when you went shopping at costco?”
i asked the hubby
was the sheepish reply.
“well, you went for bacon and milk and you came home with ham, steak, chocolate chip cookies, oro wheat thin whole wheat bread and then some bacon and eggs.”
“what are you trying to say?”
did you know that every time chicka takes a bite of food she crosses her eyes because she watches the bite all the way to her mouth?
she has done this since she was teeny tiny.
did you also know in the future she wants to live a life of crime because she feels it is the quickest way to get rich?
“if i was leader of the world, everyone would be my slaves.”
keats informed us.
“how is that different for me?” i asked.
“well, everyone else. except bronson of course.”
“would that make him your queen?” sir asked keats.
“WHAT?? NO!!! i am not J-A-Y” he adamantly spelled out
“what’s J-A-Y?” chicka asked
“you don’t want to know, and it is not a good thing!” keats knowingly told her.
sir and i were laughing too hard to be of any help.
evidently this year, he has started to hear more people being called gay at school
“and it does not mean happy mom.” is what he told me.
maybe he needs a built in spell check.