Fitness, schmitness. Guess who I’m channeling? Honey, hit the play butt-on and freak! Snarky level 8. Doesn’t look like exercise is in my jeans. Good health to all of you who DO care.
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I’m speechless. He’s so darn cute here. I still have to leave the room to stifle a laugh.
I used to think it was funny when he’d try to crawl under the blanket with me in the morning. First, he’d tap three times on the blanket. When I wouldn’t respond, he’d shove his big head into my face and basically try to suffocate me until I lifted
He truly truly believes no one can see him. I don’t have the heart to break it to him so I always pretend I don’t see him. Even though I do. Thought I’d make that clear. I’m just saying.
Mr Smarty Pants is having BM trouble. More specifically, the litter box is possessed. At least he thinks so. Some days it simply freaks him out and he’ll have no part of it. One expensive x-ray later revealed he has an arthritic back so any bowel trouble
Finally cleaned underneath the stove. And found all his toys.