Those Girls are 16
Well, there are alot of ribbons, bows and packages here in the house, just waiting for me to pounce on them!
. . . Oh . . . Chatham tells me not to be stupid. They're all for Those Girls. Apparently it's their burfday.
. . . Oh . . . Chatham tells me not to be stupid. They're all for Those Girls. Apparently it's their burfday.
{{sigh}}
Well, maybe they'll have a pinata later on to bat around. I'd like that.
And maybe, if I'm quick and lucky, I'll get a taste of cake and ice cream.
YUM!
posted by Chatham at 7:13 AM
4 Comments:
I'm shur they will give you the ribbons and bows to play wif, AND ice cream!
Tissue paper. Gifts mean lotsa tissue paper. It's wonnerful fur lyin on an pouncin unner. Or, if you're more like Victor, tearin an bitin (don't swallow).
Happy belated purrthday to the girls.
did i not see that, between you and Salem, much cake was consumed? heh heh... hope you got to play with the ribbons once they were *off* those packages!! xox
Quack, great party!!
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