If you want to start your holiday shopping minus a few manual digits and a pint of blood or so, try dressing your cat.
If you want to start your holiday shopping minus a few manual digits and a pint of blood or so, try dressing your cat.
I’ve piled a cat, before pill pockets were invented
I still have the scratches to prove it.
Hence, I wouldn’t try dressing a cat, even though I have a Santa hat and reindeer antlers for a cat.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
. . .which reminds me that my youngest offspring unit, San, spoke thusly on Wednesday evening: "You don’t have to push those thingies manually by hand with your digits out of the way."
At least that's what I wrote down.
We had a joyful, all-three-on-board, Thanksgiving Eve, and I took notes because I miss the whole one-ness, kids-at-home-ness, we-live-in-a-sitcom-ness so much. I assume there was an Observer Effect (or the afternoon and evening were Heisenberged or Kennarded); however, I now have annotated reference material.
With your permission, I'd enjoy indulging myself on the UT, at least a smidge.
I hope each of you and your and family and friends had a joyous and heart-warm Thanksgiving, and that none of you had to push any thingies, manually, by hand, with your digits, out of the way.