So this morning my beloved Missus Peanut Noodle tells me:
"Not bad for a lady in an unsexy bathrobe" and NO I am not going to tell you the rest of it, you filthy preverts....
Joke a thon ends at 12 noon eastern US time and we seem to be stalled at the rather large (but could be larger) number of 38 comments----click down a couple of posts, enter your joke and you could WIN that blue mug down there! I am drawing the winner, if I can, using video posted later today, and since Missus Peanut Noodle will be out late at a party, I am going to get the cats to help draw. I have a plan. Involves catnip.
I can't garden and I am not terribly bright, and I don't fix cars and I am not really the best at cleaning house BUT I kick azz in the kitchen. Baked applesauce cookies and cranberry scones yesterday plus noodles in peanut sauce. Holy cats that is tasty. You wonder why the missus keeps me around? She is one of those rare humans that eats like a horse and is absolutely tiny. Totally small!
So I feed her and she is ecstatically happy everyday.