A Walk Through My Little World : Skeeter was a randy little boy and L.O.V.E.D. my thumb in some rather disturbing ways.
Salt Says : my cats prefer chicken over fish any day of the week and neither of them are alcoholics.
My Own Brand of Crazy : wait, does that make me a whore? Spreading my legs for a tetanus shot?
Leigh vs Laundry : he would dive bomb into them, knock them over, sit on them, and then suck on their head
A Lovely Life : You don’t want to spook a moose.
Butts and Ashes : your hair would look the same way if you drove 1200 fish around in your car.
Sanity Is Overrated : I am a water balloon Ninja.
Hyperbole and a Half : This dog is uncoordinated in a way that would suggest her canine lineage is tainted with traces of a species with a different number of legs - like maybe a starfish or some sort of primitive snake.
Barefoot Foodie : I always book my departure fights so ungodly early that I don’t even actually go to bed the night before, and just arrive at the airport hungover and looking like Keith Richards