Dear Squirrel Queen,
I switched themes and am now running off all day leaving all problems unfixed, including the fact that I’m momentarily missing a Tiny Cat.
And, if you’d still do a banner for me, it needs to be 904 x 160 pixels and apparently say “Tiny Cat Pants” on it somewhere.
I suck the suck of a thousand suckers, I know.
Your friend in Animals Found in Trees,
p.s. How long had we been without the blog roll? And no one noticed? Well, it’s back, apparently. I like it, even if I didn’t miss it.
Y’all, there’s no junk food in my house. In my fridge is an almost empty gallon of green tea and an almost empty gallon of cran-raspberry juice, along with a lot of beer and wine.
I’m not going to say one thing or another about it to him; he’d really like to be driving the van again for work and this is what it takes.
But America, he’s a pill. Oh lord is he miserable and grouchy. I can’t imagine what he was like a week ago. Thank goodness I was in Montreal.
If you’re praying for my family, for any reason, pray for our Dear Butcher.
Or, good Lord, pray that the government finally takes Peter Tosh’s advice.