tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172792524617271332.post6182262736654465100..comments2023-05-18T16:24:48.675+01:00Comments on The Aluminium Foiled My Plans: Abandon-edHollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383582053574591384noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172792524617271332.post-76529677301363629232011-02-24T21:18:43.392+00:002011-02-24T21:18:43.392+00:00I've never been injured, but the head butting ...I've never been injured, but the head butting is seriously annoying. Did I tell you The Boy has been accepted by the cats? He got the face wedged into his mouth (which starts with a wet nose) the other morning when I'd covered the lower half of my face with a blanket. He's not thrilled with this promotion to full blown family member.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172792524617271332.post-47055844987548077162011-02-23T16:15:33.626+00:002011-02-23T16:15:33.626+00:00Ouchies, my pet injury has just been a mild concus...Ouchies, my pet injury has just been a mild concussionHollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01383582053574591384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172792524617271332.post-42026433487974386652011-02-23T12:08:54.769+00:002011-02-23T12:08:54.769+00:00right there with ya, girls -- that's the only ...right there with ya, girls -- that's the only good thing about funerals (at least in the Southern US) -- people bring you lots and lots of delicious food and then they GO. THE FUCK. AWAY. Perfect.<br /><br />And Callie Jean has yet to injure me, but her predecessor did once bite through my lip.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172792524617271332.post-3990204246731415012011-02-23T11:16:35.760+00:002011-02-23T11:16:35.760+00:00So in reality, you want the junk food not the comp...So in reality, you want the junk food not the company, right? That'd be me too.<br /><br />My cat head-butts me so hard, she bloodied my nose before. Asshole.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com