Mister Hermit, sir, he was a very friendly felow, that cat, and happy to stand in as a recipient for affection for my own girls back home. As for the beach...I love it.
Mizz Susan, don't be silly - the cabana boy is waiting just off the frame with your perfectly chilled glass in hand. Tch...as if I would neglect something so important!
I am mum to a twenty-year-old evil genius son (of course, I may be biased) and the clever and beautiful force of nature, twelve-year-old Sprout. They and my cats conspire to deprive me of sleep and sanity on a regular basis. I live in Redneck Central with my kids and cats. I call our home "Casa de Crazy" for a reason. It could be because I'm nuttier than a Claxton fruitcake. I have a foul disposition and the manners of a troll. What's not to love?
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I wanna go baaaaack.
Looks like a very pretty piece of beach.,..and a very happy cat!
That can't be my seat. There's no chardonnay next to it!
Mum, you aaaaarrrrreeee...sigh...next year...
Mister Hermit, sir, he was a very friendly felow, that cat, and happy to stand in as a recipient for affection for my own girls back home. As for the beach...I love it.
Mizz Susan, don't be silly - the cabana boy is waiting just off the frame with your perfectly chilled glass in hand. Tch...as if I would neglect something so important!
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