
Annabelle has no concept of personal space.

Annabelle has no concept of personal space.

Verbatim word for word encounter between the Wife and Annabelle.

Rawwwr.

We’re hosting my niece, Annabelle, this week. God knows how it’s gonna go.

Yeah, Shawnee is like 90% vape stores now. The other 10% of the town is pawn shops.

I mean, I am fat, and I do like candy…

Pretty sure Clyde was trying to murder me on Tuesday.

Everyone was sure on me about not having showered until the evening.

I gave my brother Clif a haircut over the weekend. The first pair of clippers we used were…rather dull, resulting in quite the painful experience. He survived, though.

Annabelle is full of sass. So much sass.