Going on about 2 hours now. My forearm is keeping her rump from rolling off the pillow. I can’t feel my fingers. My diet coke is just out of reach. I want to play some Oblivion but she says I can’t have my arm back yet.
I’m sorry, you will just have to lose the arm, there’s nothing we can do
I’d be happy to send help. What does she need?
Some person to slowly wave a giant fan over them as they nap.
The ceiling fan was going. Her every need is anticipated.
Oh. she still wants the fan-waiving servant. Preferably in puce and lime-green livery with gold trim.
And food. Gotta feed the beast.
Cat choose their pets wisely
I am a huge 🍭 for kitties.
Fair is fair, and that arm is in use. You’re just going to have to wait your turn.
I hate to tell you this but you’re in a 27 hours situation.
And here I am without a pocketknife.
No.