"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die."Keep reading
Rain descends like curtains closing a show: there's snow up north, but the south gets a hosing! Sunbeams on football teams; losers, winners shovel out, then shovel in turkey dinners!"
7:38
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I’m thinking kitten cruelty
9:05
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LOL, very cute!
10:30
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That’s purrrfect.
12:48
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Yep.
That would do it.
Grins*
3:20
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Silly kitty. What was she thinkings?
Alice
4:33
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OMGosh, that’s hilarious!!
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7:46
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Poor Desdemona.
Did she need to be resuscitated?

LeAnne