Seems he didn't realize he was the reason I'm not participating in IMBB this month — not that I'm a joiner! — and not that he rejects vegan eating! — but it just all fell apart and it's his fault and we argued and he's mister big, big fibby-head and I'm a poopy-faced pouter.
So we didn't go out today. Well, he went out, after I suggested that he should.
Just as well. It's Friday, and here's the beans I really should have been planning on spilling today anyway:
Bean Sprout and His Very Own Roma Tomato.
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Best. Dognose. Picture. EVAR.
That's my boy. He lets me kiss it.
xx
priceless!
Just so great. That's a damned fine picture. And I like the poopy-faced pouter line.
Woman, you crack me up. When are you coming to Seattle for a visit?
My my wife gets mad at me I'm a skunk. So poopy face is not alone.
Yours truly
Skunk
Well, it's a new day, a new month, and fibby-head is out of the doghouse now.
Bean Sprout's still in it, but -- he's a dog. He likes it in there.
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