The sheer terror in Husband’s eyes when a tape measure on my hip is coupled with a pencil in my hair. That means I’ve moved onto the Marking stage.
I just got back from being gone for a while and Mr. Meer is talking about rearranging the living room. I went back to what I was doing (putting away groceries) because I had no fucks left to give.
Me: …Salieri? Liszt? Oh
Someone spoil it for us unsophisticated peeps?
I’ll be Bach (I’ll be back from Terminator.)
Me all day after seeing this…“the hobbits the hobbits the hobbits the hobbits to Isengard to Isengard”
Oh the good ol days of Youtube. I miss it!
I think I need a poster of this
Can’t decide my favorite - debating between Woof Hoofhoof, All Hail the Chicken, and Bath towels