Trillian
New Member
Well I spent most of the day at the country club drinking vodka with a girlfriend and watching our children play in the pool. Buy beer on the way home (Magic Hat Summer Ale Selection), and am THRILLED to find my mailbox is full of worms. Hungry husband arrives home and is met by beer while I unbox, rebox, feed and refrigerate the worms, depending on their need. Husband and children still haven't been fed, but I have a lot of happy worms and a fat sleepy dragon, because he was the only one awake.
Grab a pretzel and something cold from the fridge (mind the worms, no, that's silkworm chow, that's Repashy CGD, no, that's for the tortoises, there you go), take a perch on one of the kitchen stools and while I'm sorting out the nocturnal reptiles with their breakfast, why don't you tell me about your day?
Grab a pretzel and something cold from the fridge (mind the worms, no, that's silkworm chow, that's Repashy CGD, no, that's for the tortoises, there you go), take a perch on one of the kitchen stools and while I'm sorting out the nocturnal reptiles with their breakfast, why don't you tell me about your day?