Uncle B had to go to London today, so the livestock and I have been on our own, whoopin’ it up big time.
Oh, there were chickens and banjos, two pork sammiches and a candy bar. There was Judge Judy and a movie. There were underpants! It was pandemonium.
It was underpantsdemonium!
Okay, that was lame, but it’s late and I haven’t posted anything and he’s home now.
I got most of the stains out of the carpets and the hall rug covers the rest, so…just…don’t say anything, okay?