When you see what looks like a tasty snack, but it’s a little too big to fit down your gullet.
When you see what looks like a tasty snack, but it’s a little too big to fit down your gullet.
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The problem with cats is that they get the exact same look on their face whether they see a moth or an axe-murderer. —Paula Poundstone
My kid accused me of being overdramatic, so I changed the WiFi password. We’ll see who’s overdramatic in about five minutes.
Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
… just checking … unhh … just measuring … maybe this way … unhh … drat
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[…] For the birds — bluebird of bitterness […]
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Thank you for the link. 🙂
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They don’t look too worried, lol!
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That’s what cracked me up — the capybara’s total nonchalance. He hardly seems to notice that some birdbrain keeps trying to eat him.
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Yikes!
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The baby is so chill
Also, I love that quote for today!
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I LOVE how totally blase the capybara is; LOL!
(I like the quotes, too, especially the answering-machine message
😀 )
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You almost get the idea that the capybara has been through this sort of nonsense before.
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Yeah, almost, huh?! LOL! 😀
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The only outcome of the bird’s attempts was to give the capybara pup a massage. Mama Capybara was suitably unimpressed nor worried…
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A good mom knows what to worry about and what to ignore.
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Nice
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🤣
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