Scene of the crime ...

Our daughter's cat, Kandalle, is very, very protective of "their" bed. The dog seen on the floor below is supposed to be on that bed. The cat, however, clearly disagrees. The arrow illustrates where big fuzzy fluffy pink dog (who clearly means no one any harm) should be.
What confounds me is how a cat can fling that dog off the bed with such force?

Here the alleged culprit shows little to no remorse. His recidivism rate seems high.

So close ...

Why is it so possible for the people I live with to do THIS:


Yet entirely impossible to manage THIS:


It shall remain one of the many wonders of the modern age. Why no one has invented a 12-pack bathroom tissue dispenser?

That genius could make a mint ...

Simply Wild

And now, for my best impression of the awesome lifelong value of Cub Scout skills (as taken from my favorite program and story-of-my-life "The Gilmore Girls.")

Rory: How am I supposed to get into Harvard if I have no wilderness skills?
Lorelai: I don't know honey. Maybe you'll have to give up your dream of majoring in logging.