I contracted out mercenary knomes to guard its tomb. Nobody gets past them...and I mean NOBODY.
Speaking of Left Pointy, my friend Kattina made me a severed finger cake..complete with a scabby bandage made of cream cheese frosting and raspberry preserves. I love my friends....what a bunch of weirdos.
No news on the vegatable front with Caroline yet...Bing has been so busy the past few days and did not want to miss out on sweet potatos and carrots. Tomorrow is the big day...I'll let you know how it goes.
In the meantime, I leave you with fat little turkey legs. (Which reminds me of a very funny incident involving Bing, smoked turkey legs, Willie Nelson, and no pants. He has not eaten one since. I'm sure Willie has not either.)
2 comments:
I have just one word. DELICIOUS! I do so love roly-poly baby legs!!!
Hey! Great cake. How in the world did you find friends as crazy as you?! I really do miss y'all!! How about a move back to Ruston? Nelson Street might have an opening?! BTW, I have a pair of baby legs just like that at my house! Check out my blog and you can see some chunky legs there, too.
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