Yep, our Iggy ran all the way out to the back yard prancing around tail up, barking at the intruder back inside the house. The other two are sitting in bed with me with a ‘wtf was that!’ expression.

Birds aren’t real

Husband: I want one of those! /s

Wife: who needs a rooster when you can hear that all night long??

Freedom!? That is our sacred word!

You’ll pry my tabs and red stapler out of my cold dead hands.

If you could speed the conveyor belt up, that would be greeeeat.