Fierce, fluffy, eyeliner on fleek.
Selfius interruptus.
Honestly, this asshole.
For love of a Saturday cider.
Rainy-day reading and sipping at my local.
These charming men.
The house’s resident XYs share a lazy, hairy Sunday.
Woke up to this.
Apparently it’s ’70s Stache Day at school?
How we do.
Just us humans here, Netflix and chillin’, nothing to see.
I’m not the only sucker for this, right?
Is it humanly possibly to say no to this? It’s like Machiavelli disguised as a baby bunny, the manipulation is so pwecious and adowwabow!
Caturday night’s alright for uniting.
Mama’s bed is the hot spot for wearing a cat as a hat.
Hand signals for outsmarting Mama and Dada.
We save these found treasures in the archives for them. “The greatest victory is that which requires no battle.” ? Sun Tzu, The Art of War
You didn’t have to get all dressed up for me.
O autumn, fairest of them all, and me empty-handed!