Commuting in the Green Goot

Not one single varmint in that story.

Boring.

*yawns*

*stretches*

Where the heck is spring?

In Gratitude to Eleanor

Gratitude?

*rolls eyes*

Water. Now.

"In the tumultuous privacy of [the ice] storm..."

These people.

Home. All day.

No privacy.

 Epic Fail.

The ice storm.

Stinketh. 

Five Lights From Home

Humans. 

Ridiculous behavior.

Never Get Into a Car.

Just.

Hide under the bed.

Till it's over.

Time Flies, and Fruit Flies Like a Banana

Fruit Flies?

Insignificant creatures.

I don't give 'em a week.

*snorts*

I like tuna.

A lot.

Looking East 7:38 AM

*rolls eyes*

 

Big deal.

 

*concedes*

 

Birds do show up better.

It's that time of year...

 

What?