Apparently, the cat dragged in a monocle wearing post-industrial oil tycoon.

Someone is frisky for war profits… And Sass. Meow.   

Argggh! Ye can’t believe tis not butterrrrrr! Can ye?

Copy that, Mom. 

Submitted by one of the two awesome girls who created When Parents Text.

A souvenir magnet from my trip.

There is not, nor has there ever been, anyone with the name “Gregg” in our household. 

Prime Rib and Vioxx. Did someone say “Date Night”?

“A rare blend that is created once a month, it exhibits a sharp bite along with a cold dead stare. Aromas of sass blended with zesty, layered flavors of irritability framed with impatience and mood swings make this wine unique. Pairs well with a pint of ice cream, a box of fine tissues or a hefty portion of Mark Ruffalo.” -Wine and Whine Monthly

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Preparing for the great drought/Coke Zero shortage of 2033.