"Hey, guys! Call the pack! That one dooted." This is, of course, not to be confused with dooters.
In my sleep-deprived stupor last week, I failed to notice KT had its seventh anniversary. Holy doot. I should put something together to celebrate.
Look, Ma. No hands. KimonosTownhouse.com
After this week's writing session, my husband now wants to mow half our lawn, leaving our mower in place with zombie legs sticking out from under…
So you found something you think is evil, and your first thought was to bring it home? Oh, Minty. KimonosTownhouse.com