I SOOOOOOO often feel this way. Survived another.
This strip cracked me up. After so long ago, such a huge rap-battel adventure to retreive this book, which he then left around and forgot about: and it was the wrong book.
I don’t recall if this was something we did with peas in the hole in the floor as children, or if it was my dad who told me that he did.
Can’t argue with that logic.
The better alternate being, of course: “Now, here, lived a totally awesome vulture.”
How can one keep up war when hot chocolate is being profferred?
Vachel’s problem is my problem. Can’t stop to enjoy things, got to barrel on to the new thing.
If it wasn’t a sheep in the breadbox, it was a dog on the ceiling.
Sometimes it’s best to just hug, get it over with. ;-)
At least ONCE a year, living in the woods is useful.
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