Every day you spend without a smile is a lost day.
Poppy: Nose?
Poppy’s nose: Yes, Poppy?
Poppy: Nose, stop running.
Poppy’s nose: Nope!
Poppy: Yes!
Poppy’s nose: No.
Poppy: Yeeeeees.
Poppy’s nose: Nah.
Poppy: Yuh!
Poppy’s nose: What’s in it for me?
Poppy: Nose?
Poppy’s nose: Yup!
Poppy: You’re mean.
Poppy’s nose: Yup!
This morning I bought potato salad, a bean burrito, and cookies. I'm very curious to see which of these items I actually eat for lunch.
commentsAllie loves it when I clean her ears with Q-tips. She's purrrrrrring.
commentsVoodoo doughnut. Nuff said.
commentsShhhh, don't tell anybody, but the landlord just told me there's free cable here. (Not. gonna. do. it.)
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I think its time for your nose to get a job.
It needs to pay for the kleenex.
I take it this is your subtle way of letting us know you’re still sick… sorry.
Threaten it with hard paper-towely type tissue.
and feel better…
I can’t take credit for it, because it was written by a friend, but I have a haiku for you:
Somewhere in my head
Below my hair, in my nose,
I am making snot.
Poppy’s Nose: “Blow Me.”
Dawg, I told my nose what you said. It snotted on me.
Sue, thank you. :) :)
Tug, it is indiscriminate about what it touches. Slutty nose.
K, aww, thank you for the nose haiku!
Dan, that comment made me laugh my sick little head off when I read it this morning. And then I forgot until just now that you had written it. But I finally remembered! You get best comment of the day award. :)