Who says that honoring death can't be cute?
I do not condone bowling with real cats even though sliding them down a hardwood floor is hilarious.
Though I don't quite understand what one needs with so many pencils, I'm glad there's a job out there for Mr. Whaley since he retired from teaching schools of fish.
I'm going to call her Nadine. Because I can. Nadine's contribution to this month's book club meeting is a pot of lovely oolong tea and a sprightly debate about Balzac. She's always got an opinion.
It's my birthday! Did any of you get me a banana?