Cats scare me.  I'm always sure they are plotting to scratch my eyes out when I'm sleeping just to play Eyeball Soccer in the livingroom.

I dance like a gigged frog and envy this dog his moves...sigh...

It's past offensive.  I don't even know if there's a right word for how wrong this is.

Desperately hope that it doesn't wink at me as I'm running away from it.

Isn't it just nice to find an article that makes you smile instead of angry, or wondering what kind of fools walk this earth?  I loved the dog - he was definitely striking a pose!

Sad...so sad.  However, it's mentioned that he had health issues, and after watching three loved ones suffer and linger with cancer, well...maybe he wanted to control his own end instead of letting himself die bit by tiny bit.

I wouldn't wait 5 minutes to see a singer whose time has passed and whose act has gotten so very tired.  Stay home, honey, and become a mysterious recluse...

In just a few years, that'll be the Kardashians...and the sad thing is that they'll, still, have an audience.

ACK!  Peanut butter is my dietary stable!  I LOVE the stuff!  If you pass a sad and hungry red-headed girl holding out an empty jar of peanut butter, please toss your spare change in the jar...