Poop Happens, Dry Spot And B.’s Troll
I was trying to find this blog to go on my blogroll but I typed in the name wrong.
So I went over here totally by mistake.
Which reminded me of Smiley being the master of his domain.
Which brought up this.
Which made me chortle with glee.
And go over here if you are a girl because it’s so darned funny that I laughed and laughed and laughed because, my dear cohorts, I no longer have a uterus troll.
Jealous.
You’ll need a few minutes and leave the kids in the closet while it’s playing. Or send them outside to ride their bikes. Yeah, that’s better than leaving them in the closet. Children’s Services probably wouldn’t approve.
By a mile.
Happy Day. I’m at home and feeling saucy.
