Years ago when I first got married I made some biscuits but forgot to put in the baking powder. The biscuits came out like hockey pucks, my dog wouldn't eat them, he buried them instead.

That little kitten reminds me of my husband, he can't just sneeze one time either.

No but I did find some bear poop in my back yard.

I certainly wouldn't kill the chef. I've tried some new recipes that were failures and I'm still alive to cook another day, my husband would just tell me not to make it again.

It's a personal choice. My Mother died of breast cancer in 1978 and I get my yearly mammogram but I have no desire to have a test for a faulty BRACA1 gene, and that's my choice.

Brilliant, you must be a High School graduate. Wrong state, wrong mountain.

I had to put my cat down 2 years ago and she was just shy of her 24th birthday.

I love this video. Does my heart good to see these guys in such pain. Believe us now guys?

My dogs don't mind it because they know they are getting a treat when I get back.