Showing posts with label sleepy pants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleepy pants. Show all posts

Sunday, August 31, 2008

The Toastiest Huffle Ever!

A special note for the last day of winter in Australia...

The best way to be REALLY toasty is to take advantage of someone else's toastiness. Then you don't have to work so hard at being toasty.

This is me sitting on mum's lap, under the toasty couch blanket and next to the heater. It's a very toasty spot.


Please ignore mum's sleepy pants, I think she's trying to outdo Meeshka's human woman with these things.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Polie is sacked

Last night I was taking some time out to squash mum by sitting on her chest. Someone (obviously it wasn't mum since I was sitting on her) got out the new flashy beast and took a photo. And where was Polie in all of this? Fast asleep in the couch.
Even more frightening, look at what mum is wearing. Sleepy pants! How embarrassing!!!

Grrreta had a great suggestion for Polie yesterday. She said he'd be more bodyguard-like if he had dark glasses on. Well, we tried that and had no success. See?
Maybe it would have been better if I didn't steal mum's designer sunglasses to give Polie.