I was up in our attic over the weekend -- traps still baited. No sign of rats -- no awful smell. I don’t get it, but perhaps they moved south to you, Paddy, or maybe over the hill to LA where the pickings are better.
In this case, it’s a young troubled girl. I know, the language is confusing.
1. Start with transgender
2. Add the gender the person thinks they are, that doesn’t align with their biology.
I’m so ashamed. I cut out bread for like the last 3 weeks until….yesterday. There was this loaf of fresh baked sourdough bread at the market and I swear it was calling my name. Its voice was that of Paris Hilton and it kept repeating over and over “Eat me -- you know you want to.” So I bought the darn thing and I’ve eaten like half of it in the past day. And it’s delicious.
That’s why I try to keep things like that out of sight. I’d love to work on my bread baking skills, but I know what the result would be. I’m happy if I can reduce carbs -- I’m not trying to climb Mt. Everest without training.
My Monday sentiments precisely, Mac. (Also on Tuesday, Wednesday and any other days ending in “y”.) 😉
Happy Beginning-Of-Teh-Work-Week, Wheelizens!
I’m with the chick.
Hi, Fatwa -- good morning, GN! I’m sure more fresh hell is waiting for us today.
Happy Misanthropic-Birdie Monday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
I checked the rat trap this morning, and I’ve got one small rat already. I’ll reset it and see if I can get the big rat.
Wow, rats using bag men (sack rats?). Maybe he will offer a payoff?
I’ll try to make him an offer he can’t refuse.
Hope they’re not going to the mattresses.
Nope! These are outside rodents.
Maybe you can buy protection from some of Sven’s trash pandas?
I was hoping the raptors and owl would provide that, but they seem to be falling down on the job. I wonder if they’re unionized?
I thought you carried them in your pockets like so many nickels and dimes.
I was up in our attic over the weekend -- traps still baited. No sign of rats -- no awful smell. I don’t get it, but perhaps they moved south to you, Paddy, or maybe over the hill to LA where the pickings are better.
A young transgender male that I have known since birth just shared one of the most gobsmackingly stupid things I’ve ever seen on FaceBook:
Ugh. Keep the knives away from young troubled boys.
In this case, it’s a young troubled girl. I know, the language is confusing.
1. Start with transgender
2. Add the gender the person thinks they are, that doesn’t align with their biology.
I’m so ashamed. I cut out bread for like the last 3 weeks until….yesterday. There was this loaf of fresh baked sourdough bread at the market and I swear it was calling my name. Its voice was that of Paris Hilton and it kept repeating over and over “Eat me -- you know you want to.” So I bought the darn thing and I’ve eaten like half of it in the past day. And it’s delicious.
Please don’t hate me for being weak. Sniff.
That’s why I try to keep things like that out of sight. I’d love to work on my bread baking skills, but I know what the result would be. I’m happy if I can reduce carbs -- I’m not trying to climb Mt. Everest without training.