Monthly Archives: May 2012

The tantrum that lasted all day.

Enough said about that.

Claws.

Every morning I awake to either Gruff bellowing my name or the dulcit sound of claws on carpet.
Joyo.

Pole Dancer.

I wouldn’t mind but she does this on a semi-regular basis….

Handbags.

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Roly Poly.

A Rare Outing.

What’s covered in dust, cobwebs and spiders, lives in the garage and only sees daylight for a few days a year?
Still guarenteed to send my lot into a joyus frenzy.

Sun Cream.

Slick ‘em up kids…

The Shopping Waddle.

Take the strain, don’t waddle, dont waddle.
You’re waddling Ang, there you go, waddling back to the car like a penguin.

Hot Dog.

Sunny dispositions.

You may think my lot are enjoying the sun but they’re eagerly waiting for me to return with their ice-lollies.

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