We had a visitor today.
And it was total chaos.
My crew, every single one of them, were loud and boisterous and jumping around or lying on the floor. 478 more words
“Mama, how did President Obama get to be President?” Cooter asked me today as I was fixing his lunch.
I explained that the President had to tell everyone his ideas and the people who liked them voted for him. 366 more words
News from around the water cooler (or, you know, the kitchen sink):
I spent the ENTIRE trip home from seeing Mess Cat at Blackberry Flats this evening being interrogated–no, I don’t mean just questioned–by Cooter about the lineage of Lucious Malfoy, his wife, and the Longbottoms. 674 more words