My very own "Flaming June"
Pinky Dinky Do, the shortest lived kitchen fish ever. He committed fishy suicide less than a week after I got him by leaping out of his bowl. It was tragic, especially when The Big Girl picked up his dessicated body and chased me with him.
Chickens in the dining room. What? They had a barn...
Only at Tractor Supply Company would a chainsaw be considered a snack-and so cheap!
Some days this is exactly how I feel.
Red, another kitchen fish, carefully buckled up for a car ride. Yes, I take my pets everywhere with me, don't you?
The Kid demanded to have this picture taken-she loves those mannequins(or should I call them kiddequins?)
This box cracked me up in Florida last summer. Every one needs absorbent balls don't you think? Especially ones that won't get you pregnant.
I love cardinals and he is beautiful even in death, though finding him made me pretty fucking sad.
Happy Fucking Friday Ya'll!